Lyrics Stretch - Biever Boys

Oh, my God, Beri
Oh, my God, you're so fine
Ayy
Oh, my God
Yah, yeah, yah, yuh

Beri got heat, bitch!

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I'ma get these niggas, no tilt, uh
Fucking on a redhead, no kilt, uh
Slave master, Toby, no belt, uh
Fucking on a furry, no pelt

Uh, yuh, ball just like Mike
Uh, yuh, man this work slight
Uh, yuh, fucking on dykes
Uh, I throw the fists, it's on sight, aye

I don't really fuck with your energy, you mini me
I think that I be friends with the enemy, no empathy
I'ma get em feeling like ending me, clinically
I'm a big boy, I have no need for ya sympathy

I'ma kill my dogs I'm tight wit, I'm Mike Vick
Don't blow kiss with young jits, I might spit
I need the bands and your love, bitch, 'cause mines spent
Dream is to put all my foes in a mosh pit

I'm dripping sauce
Call me the boss
Bling and I gloss
Fuck with me, you gon get tossed

Run on your ass in the street
Kill you on my fucking beat
Beri just bringing the heat
Rap on these bars like they tweets

Let me eat
I take the shots while you take your treats
Toastin' and roastin', man, call you beef
Got your ho right on my fucking meat, yuh

Can't stop, won't stop
I got Rollies, not a stop
Nigga, I just made you drop

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Playin' that pussy like a Game Boy
I can't fuck with a lame boi
Turn up that bass, what you say, boy
White frost drippin', no caine boy
I got my boys in the cut
We got the beats and they bump
We got the crowd going nuts
We got that led in the pump
'Cause I'm a mutha-fucking beast at production
Tell her bring it back 80 hertz on that low end
That's when i do my dance
I floss when I get that advance
36 on my Bands
Sparkling wrist, fuck a Benz
Cut expense, paid my rent
Ridin' round, black tints
See me shine, gold lens
Purple rims, I'm the prince
Ayy, I ain't tryna flex
Bend it down, bend it down, bend it down, stretch, bitch
WOH

Drip on me just how I want
Shoes anointed, Saint Laurent
I'm addicted like Vermont
To this heroin I got
You a hero, I think not
Who are you, bitch, I forgot
I don't care, I'll cross you off
Out in Paris, got croissants
And a bad bitch in my drop
Drop it for me, pop it off
Pop these shots, I think these shots
Got me dizzy going off
I'm like Drizzy, I'm a god
Of the city that I'm from
Got me litty, going dumb
And that pussy got me numb

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