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letra de bands - 808fiddi

[intro]
a product of
yung fiddi, fiddi beatz!
young front line

[chorus]
we getting money now
they gonn’ start hating
n-ggas doesn’t try so hard
but they finna get it
be serious with your grind
one day you gonn’ make it
but stay on that, while i just make it lit

[hook]
i’m poppin’ bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands)
bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands)

[verse one]
band on bands on bands
i finally got them bands
been a while searching for them
so don’t envy clap your hands
admit the boy done well
congratulate me, why you hating
on young fiddi coz the kid be really growing (shxt)
now they call me o.g
they like them j’s on my feet
ain’t 23 but check my kicks
oh that kid fiddi, he a gee
triple g, that’s his friend
gotti gotta get the bread
split it up like he from nazareth
of course we all got bands
we doing it big, we k!lling shows
lines is punched k.o
wwe don’t got big shows
like the beef of citi and k.o
mayweather to a mcgregor
our fight will end when i knocked you
sort you out, take you out your misery
physically and mentally
critically is how i’mma leave you
in hospital is where i see you
in a comma i just put you
when it comes to you
i go brutally then come back later
then i put a real stop on you fool

[hook]
i’m poppin’ bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands)
bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands

[verse two]
i’m bad boy
coz momma raised a bad boy
by saying boy be good
but always please do you
her pep talks are good
she educates and motivate
most n-ggas hate when i mention this
but my fam is pure bliss to me
i’m a beast
these n-ggas i’mma k!ll
blazing spliffs
we burning trees, chilling the spliff doc
yfl slam dawg, he my dawg
reef dawg, always high dawg
hi dawg, “h-llo dawg, how do yo do”
coz i’m doing better than you
h-llo sis’, “that’s your chick?”
face so muddy she a cartoon (haha)
she your clique?
look at faces, she got two
towards her i’mma lack belief
coz she twisted as f-ck
nonbelievers won’t make their minds
about whatever they think about
you floss, they sh-t
you don’t, you stink
at the end of the day
believers suck coz they judge
but nones are confused
that’s why they won’t get nothing
(hol’ up, hol’ up)

[hook]
i’m poppin’ bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands)
bands, bands, bands
(bands on bands

- 808fiddi

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