Brown Munda Lyrics – Arma
Singer: Arma
Title: Brown Munda
I just had another pack land off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
So mad sending packs off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
Now I pull up like Pathaan, two waps going off
Making one phone call and Weddy’s dropping down a box
Straight from Frankfurt to Manny, all my bruddas making prof
I ain’t never falling off, I only learn, I never losе
When the line slowing down, I’m phoning A and plotting movеs
Gustavo Fring the way I’m selling all this food
How you Asians rating Pablo? Go learn about Dawood
When my brudda got deported I seen p#ssies from the ends
Come and try and take his spot but all they’re selling now is pebs
Come and try it in the ends, I’ll get you buried for a bag
Cocaina, whip it, whip it in the Fendi
Blow a couple rackers when she pull up with the mehndi
Real khalnayak, police piche mere rehndi
Big four-five, teri jaan kadh lehndi
I just had another pack land off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
So mad sending packs off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
I got paise coming in everytime I get a phone call
I ain’t no saint but they know I make the snowfall
Hated by locals, they talking on socials
But f#ck that, 2Two, the team’s going global
Still tryna get rich, stacked up like Tetris
No more time for Netflix, head quick then dip
Fast lane, no exit when you go and get bricks
If they starved with me, they the ones I’m breaking bread with
Less risk so I don’t really like to talk
f#ck with bro, better know that this life is short
In the trap, all my Y.G.’s bagging raw
More shots than Haaland, I’ll come take the Ballon d’Or
Cocaina, whip it, whip it in the Prada
Frankfurt, illegal auf der Estrada
Immer notch the same Cobain I’m the raja
I just had another pack land off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
So mad sending packs off a back home flight
When the maal comes to cutting, then it’s back home grind
I got paise on my mind, hundred bando nights
And she wants a brown munda so you know she like the vibes
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