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letra de come on nah - bandgang javar

[intro: bandgang biggs]
come on now, come on now
(okay jones)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
drive in somethin’ foreign, tryin’ not to do the dash
f-ckin’ somethin’ foreign, she just want me for the cash
but i ain’t a dummy, i just want her for the ass (come on now)
take her on the road with me and turn a p-ssy to a stash
said he droppin’ sh-t, you n-ggas steady out here boostin’ (lyin’)
always been in trouble, so they callin’ me a nuisance
off the drugs blowed, yeah, my body so polluted
any b-tches who ain’t tryna get f-cked is gettin’ booted
shoot a n-gga dead in his noodles for intruding
always rollin’ with the tool like i’m home improvement
wanna shoot it out? well, p-ssy n-gga, let’s do it
i be runnin’ to that money fast paced and gettin’ to it (yeah)
talkin’ down when i blessed him, man, the nerve of you b-tches
don’t be runnin’ ’round helpless, i ain’t heard of you n-ggas
i be first-class delta, p-ssy boy, where you sittin’?
i be on the six trippin’, makin’ noise with my n-ggas
i’ma ride ’til i die, n-gga, you hate me, you should k!ll me now
ain’t even finna tell you what i made ridin’ up seventy-five
n-gga said he want some war, i told that n-gga try
run up, think i’m slippin’, n-gga, and get your whole onion fried (yeah)
for a minute, i went crazy when my brother died
r.i.p to dots, and i’m still screamin’ “f-ck the other side” (yeah)
try to harm me, you gon’ die, n-gga, i swear to god
ain’t no milk and cookies over here, n-gga, we carry iron
[verse 2: bandgang javar]
this money on the floor, i pick it up like a stripper
i’m a showoff, i up like ten in every picture
you ain’t eatin’ like you tryna watch your figure
every time i do a feature, i feel like a babysitter
5-1-9, 2-6-9
good cards, i just robbed a white man blind (okay jones)
n-gga was tellin’, had to do a lil’ time
would’ve got more, but they don’t know what i made off the slides
the wrong one to write a statement on
send them goons to your house like home alone
free my n-gga stone
he said mama on we was tellin’ when he called on
y’all spend all y’all hard-earned money on coochie
officer ham, that’s what you get for cuffin’ a groupie
he on twitter in his feelings, this n-gga a goofy
i don’t know what’s all the hype, heard p-ssy was booty
she ain’t worth family dollar, you took her to neimans
i lost all respect for you, what was you thinkin’?
he fell in love, heard i f-cked them steamin’
i don’t fall out over b-tches, quit sayin’ we beefin’

- bandgang javar

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