Burna Bandz, SupaWassi - The Villain lyrics

[Burna Bandz, SupaWassi - The Villain lyrics]

Broad day with the SK

I talk to God but I feel like the devil
We wrap bands around your mental
I rock VLONE but I'm around killers
We wipe your nose and take your dinners
I miss my dog, ain’t seen him in a minute
Sometimes you gotta play the villain
We came from shootouts in the trenches
Tool in his mouth like I'm a dentist
We catch a body, ain't no repentin’
We bust his head like a watermelon
My dog sick, he need a veteran
Back of the XD got eleven
VVS diamonds, I can't blend in
Came from stoleys, now it's foreign
She wanna battry me and
Cronem 'cause we blowin'

Came from stoley, now it's foreign
That free smoke, what he can't afford
We don't hesitate, just pull the cord
Niggas suicidal like my doors
Fuck a nigga talkin’ ’bout? He want war
On your block shoppin' just like we on Bloor
His next stop gon’ be the morgue
Then we gonna post right back on the North
And all this drip, oh, yeah, it's foreign
Before we blew up, bitches been goin'
Bro was in the trap, feds kicked the door in
All he wanted was to stack them Bordens
If they was outside, we would be scorin'
Timid in traffic ’cause I'm important
No cheque gang, feds are behind me
I'm floorin' glock twenty-three like Jordan
Take a nigga out his glory
Take a nigga out his prime
Bro got a few bodies on him
He say he still talk to God
Drippin' just like a pond
Hard to blend in when these VV's shine
Got him watchin' like TV time
Lose your mind if you reach for mine

I talk to God but I feel like the devil
We wrap bands around your mental
I rock VLONE but I'm around killers
We wipe your nose and take your dinners
I miss my dog, ain't seen him in a minute
Sometimes you gotta play the villain
We came from shootouts in the trenches
Tool in his mouth like I'm a dentist
We catch a body, ain't no repentin'
We bust his head like a watermelon
My dog sick, he need a veteran
Back of the XD got eleven
VVS diamonds, I can't blend in
Came from stoleys, now it's foreign
She wanna battry me and
Cronem 'cause we blowin'

Uh, if it's rickety rackades, we at your neck
We wipe your nose 'bout a cheque
We don't spin your block, we bend
My Backwoods full of your dead friends
Compact Glizzy leave you drenched
Why-S take you out like The Keg
Sellin' everything on the list
Just like Craig
My Wassas heartless like Polo G
I seen a hundred at sixteen
We wipe you down just like we clean
Might drop a nigga like some lean
Those SI's, those ain't VVS
Wassas flip you in your dreams
To kill, we don't need a beam
I get her wet, I make her cream
My youngins sick, got a disease
Fuck the opps, we make 'em bleed
Don't fuck with rats but I like cheese
On my neck, a quarter key
I press a brick like Press Machine
If it's not Glizzy, it's XD
I'm ballin' like I'm in the league

I talk to God but I feel like the devil
We wrap bands around your mental
I rock VLONE but I'm around killers
We wipe your nose and take your dinners
I miss my dog, ain't seen him in a minute
Sometimes you gotta play the villain
We came from shootouts in the trenches
Tool in his mouth like I'm a dentist
We catch a body, ain't no repentin'
We bust his head like a watermelon
My dog sick, he need a veteran
Back of the XD got eleven
VVS diamonds, I can't blend in
Came from stoleys, now it's foreign
She wanna battry me and
Cronem 'cause we blowin'

She wanna battry me and
Cronem 'cause we blowin'

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