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Bendy (feat. Paperboii) Video (MV)




Performed By: Krookstar & Numb Blond
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: B. Thorne, N. Blond




Krookstar & Numb Blond - Bendy (feat. Paperboii) Lyrics




(Aye Numb Blond on the beat go crazy)
(This a beat by Cue, I just killed that hoe)

Bad lil thotty on my lap
And if you talkin' down, they pull up with a strap
And you is not my nigga
I don't want no dap
Crossed that nigga ass I don't need no f*ckin court
And baby f*ck yo ex
Yeah that nigga he a dork
And I be smoking gas, I be smoking on that purple
Only real niggas, yeah I got it in my circle
Exotic soda yeah I mixed it with the purple
Mixing the wok and the tec
VS1 diamonds on me and my neck
I got Givenchy all over my chest
I'm pressing these niggas
I ain't talkin' no ball
I'm popping these tags, I'm not at the mall
Balling on niggas like Lonzo Ball
I got the drip and you got the swag
I got real ice so yeah I can brag
55 Louis V, my duffle bag
Huh huh, lame ass nigga, yeah that nigga sad
I be on the grind
I just want the bag, I be on my own
I just want the bag, I just want the bag

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, huh
Pocket full of pills and bitch say she will, huh, huh, huh
I'm in space, I think I'm Neil
This one pink and this one teal, huh, huh, huh
Walk right in that bitch, I be like check please
Krookstar why you smell like that
Sorry this Givenchy
I'm smoking super OG gas, know you smoking fent G
My bitch she holy moly, yeah
Flexible, bendy
I go Joseph Kony, yeah
My homies not friendly
I throw her a bonus, yeah
I look like I'm 10 ft
I'm moving like Sonic, yeah
Mortal Kombat, Kenshi
Bend it over, show it, yeah
Dead her off, I kill she, uh
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(Aye Numb Blond on the beat go crazy)
(This a beat by Cue, I just killed that hoe)

Bad lil thotty on my lap
And if you talkin' down, they pull up with a strap
And you is not my nigga
I don't want no dap
Crossed that nigga ass I don't need no f*ckin court
And baby f*ck yo ex
Yeah that nigga he a dork
And I be smoking gas, I be smoking on that purple
Only real niggas, yeah I got it in my circle
Exotic soda yeah I mixed it with the purple
Mixing the wok and the tec
VS1 diamonds on me and my neck
I got Givenchy all over my chest
I'm pressing these niggas
I ain't talkin' no ball
I'm popping these tags, I'm not at the mall
Balling on niggas like Lonzo Ball
I got the drip and you got the swag
I got real ice so yeah I can brag
55 Louis V, my duffle bag
Huh huh, lame ass nigga, yeah that nigga sad
I be on the grind
I just want the bag, I be on my own
I just want the bag, I just want the bag

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, huh
Pocket full of pills and bitch say she will, huh, huh, huh
I'm in space, I think I'm Neil
This one pink and this one teal, huh, huh, huh
Walk right in that bitch, I be like check please
Krookstar why you smell like that
Sorry this Givenchy
I'm smoking super OG gas, know you smoking fent G
My bitch she holy moly, yeah
Flexible, bendy
I go Joseph Kony, yeah
My homies not friendly
I throw her a bonus, yeah
I look like I'm 10 ft
I'm moving like Sonic, yeah
Mortal Kombat, Kenshi
Bend it over, show it, yeah
Dead her off, I kill she, uh
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Writer: B. Thorne, N. Blond
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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