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letra de ghetto bands - bandgang biggs & bandgang javar

[verse 1: rmc mike]
[?] playing with dirty money on the backseat
i like getting money off the streets, ’cause it’s tax free
striker music, b-tch, it’s time to ride, this a black g
i’m on my way to some chicken, n-gga, max beef
ghetto boy times the bandgang
n-ggas really can’t f-ck with us, what a d-mn shame
i got a hundred on this b-tch, why would i d-mn aim?
b-tch sucking d-ck, and she don’t even know my d-mn name

[verse 2: bandgang javar]
bandgang, got it off the cards like yu-gi-oh!
old b-tch left me in the feds, that was stupid though
made a hundred k today, they let me go
by the time she doubled back, i made a hundred more
i ain’t gon’ lie, i wеnt to cali and i lost 50
made another 50, by the timе [?] hit me
35 [?]
i made more off [?]

[verse 3: bandgang biggs]
they talking grams, but they ain’t never seen a boll before
i’m doing deals on these b-tches, boy, come get 4 for 4
they tryna watch me, so i hit them with the oaky doke
n-gga better not try me, i got glocky in this gucci coat
on the 6, serving bro, we ’bout to hit these hoes
if these hoes playing, we gon’ [?] for some different hoes
i love my life, i sware to god, i gotta keep that pole
let a n-gga try me, coney island, he get [?]
[verse 4: rmc mike]
walk a n-gga down in broad day, with a beater on
cuz got more money than you n-ggas, he a three year old
i made a 50 ball off of weed, and [?]
[?] locked up in the safe, and yes, i keep the code
still catch me in any n-gga hood, like a transmission
i know a h-rny n-gga that got caught f-cking a transgender
threw my young b-tch out the road, now she a bread winner
free my brother ri up out that can, he a fed member

[verse 5: bandgang javar]
i’ve been putting n-ggas on motion, like happy feet
this 50 k [?] pay off the fackelty
lost provention caught me in the act, tried to tackle me
object [?] motion, it’s like gravity
i don’t just [?] all w-lly nilly
my hoes cook, clean and hit the road with me
the last b-tch i sent to indiana made 50
we playing fetch, the b-tch trained to bring it back to me

[verse 6: bandgang biggs]
my n-gga mike set the play [?]
pop up with them chops, he gon’ be shocked like he electricuted
bandgang the mob, f-ck that, n-gga, we the f-cking movement
latter hang off everybody waist, like we doing home improvement
looking out my window, i can see you gon’ be hating on me
looking at my watch, i ain’t got time, b-tch, i’m skating on you
my money long, push a b-tton, [?] on me
we the ones, ain’t no debating on it, n-ggas fake and foney

- bandgang biggs bandgang javar

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