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letra de flexed up - bandgang biggs

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
i might just come presidential like i’m joe biden
we’ve been eatin’ too much, i think i got the -itis
huh, we got the work in tennessee, i done came titan
we in the store still punchin’, ufc fighting

[verse 2: bandgang paid will]
have you ever seen a million dollar phone?
every time this b-tch ring, it’s five hundred on the floor
i’ll bring it curbside, but i ain’t comin’ to the door
this sh-t high down the way, it ain’t goin’ for the low

[verse 3: bandgang biggs]
come on, now
big chops (big chops), we got big chops (b-tch)
big chops (big chops), plungers get your sh-t stopped (uh-huh)
n-gga get his whole life ruined tryna plot (yeah)
street n-gga, i ain’t never made no tik-tok (at all)

[verse 4: bandgang lonnie bands]
we got big guap, huh, big guap
me and paid just spent fifty on a wristw-tch
we got our city in a motherf-ckin’ headlock
i just put a hundred thousand in a shoebox

[verse 5: bandgang paid will & bandgang biggs]
you know it’s big money, yeah, bandgang
r.i.p. das, you know my brother claim the same thing
i got a hitter out in bali, really g-ngb-ng (come on, now)
i paid a quarter for this b-tch, i let my chain hang
[verse 6: bandgang biggs]
gucci socks, gucci shoes, gucci shirt, sh-t
y’all n-ggas flashin’ bb guns on some nerd sh-t (lames)
ice chunks hangin’ off my neck, lookin’ perfect (boy)
water diamonds got these b-tches drownin’ like we surfin’

[verse 7: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, big glock, boy, it ain’t a stock, got the weave in it
stop, drop, boy, you better roll, i got that heat with me
straight drop, turn one to three, put my feet in it
in your town, three hundred grams, chief keef with me

[verse 8: bandgang paid will & bandgang biggs]
big knot, can’t fit it in my pocket, you can’t eat with me
opps sick that i’m really havin’ it and want beef with me
i was fifteen playin’ around with a big semi (come on, now)
you gotta know somebody, it ain’t easy, you wanna get with me?

[verse 9: bandgang biggs]
tryna stash a quarter m by the end of this week (uh-huh)
f-ck the beach, b-tch, i’m tryna swerve in a srt jeep
f-ck your n-ggas, b-tch, ’cause i brought all of my n-ggas with me (yeah)
y’all can’t f-ck with us, that’s all that i want you to see
and if you think i’m f-ckin’ fake, then leave your ass stankin’
trigger finger like i’m from the k, you’d think i’m g-ngb-ngin’
ridin’ ’round with sixty bands on me, think i’m ‘caine slangin’
bandgang ’til i’m in the grave, i ain’t never tradin’
(ridge made this beat)
(major league)

- bandgang biggs

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