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letra de dat one freestyle - ak bandamont

[intro]
(enrgy beats)
ak bandamont, n-gga, i get bands a lot, n-gga, you know that
d-mn, uh
d-mn, uh

[verse]
huh, what i’m goin’ through
you the type to see me gettin’ off, ask to hold a few
i’m the type to say f-ck the bills and i know it’s due
you see me out here gettin’ off and you know it’s true
i dropped a batch off at unc’ crib, it was soul food
i been out here gettin’ off with pine, but i got coca too
i got haitians posted out with straps and i got locals too
i got about a thousand franks on me, that’s a loaf of blues
i called this bad b-tch up, we finna board a cruise
got this lil’ fiend who be shootin’ up, but he snort it too
i know this other lil’ b-tch shootin’ dog, but she’ll snort it too
crush that sh-t down on the pool table, so i know she cool
ugh, this ho know she boring
i got this strong-armed fiend shootin’ dog that look like randy orton
my uncle old as f-ck but short as h-ll, he look likе gary coleman
i got a thousand pounds posted on hoover if larry want it
one week, i hit a widow ten times, left her very lonely
i got a play with ten pounds in the d, finna head to coney
but then i crashed the whip on balmars ave and then left the stoly
i ran up twenty-four thousand in a month, b-tch, i’m blessed as kobe
who want some smoke with me?
head to the party with pink runtz and h-lla poles with me
shoot the opp in his head, hit his brother leg, his bro trippin’
swing one in the head, don’t gotta c-ck it back, i just dismiss it
hit the road last june, i’m finna miss christmas
went inside a church and shot it up, they finna miss christian
my ex-b-tch f-cked around and k!lled her friend, i call her miss b-tchy
you be talkin’ before they handcuff you, you be pre-snitchin’
i got that bag in motion
hit the b-tch for ten months straight, that’s why her ass is swollen
i just made a play on a qp with no baggie on me
i be sellin’ your pops petty grams, i’ll call daddy on you
i’m chillin’ with my new b-tch that rub my back with lotion
hit the b-tch for thirty minutes straight and now her back is broken
i shoot a thousand rounds in two minutes ’til the mac is broken
i step the dog, i stretch this sh-t so long, you can travel on it
i be sleepin’ rappin’
you ain’t do the sh-t you say, you be stupid cappin’
my fiend throw a clean ‘fit on and shoot it up, yeah, he usin’ fashion
i roll up quick at parties, but when i see you, i’m shootin’ faster
you get it, or you a stupid n-gga?
you gon’ end up with a verdict runnin’ with stupid n-ggas
i load up hundred clips, go pull your block, and then shoot the n-gga

- ak bandamont

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