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letra de no hook - bandgang lonnie bands & bandgang javar

[intro: drego]
man

[verse 1: drego]
this nigga see me out, he actin’ like he know me
i can’t leave the brib ’less i got my pony
i seen his lil’ bitch, i wanna hit an o3
she heard me on the radio, she wanna blow me

[verse 2: beno]
woo, this bitch got a site, i guess she send it on me
i can’t leave the brib unless attention on me
threw her ass to a purse and told that bitch it was free
i’m a walking lick, all this designer on me

[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
ah, ah
cuz hit me with some grams, told me, “keep that”
pure dope with ray charles, he can see that
catch you out with your bitch, blow her weave back
lonnie bands gettin’ robbed, who gon’ believe that?

[verse 4: drego]
seventeen takin’ shots, who gon’ believe that?
run up in a nigga brib, where his niece at?
twenty-five for a show, i don’t even rap
why the fuck you hit the road? you don’t even stack
dame said i had the sauce, boy, believe that
[verse 5: beno]
unc’ passed me down the sauce, you could see that
i told her i got the— said she need that
i told her relax, bitch, i’ll be back

[verse 6: tooda man]
hard body, almighty, got a couple pounds on me
i don’t come in nobody’s club unless the rounds on me
cookie crumbs in a russian cream backwood
i smoke that shit that you barely gon’ see on the streets

[verse 7: bandgang masoe]
we be in these streets, you bitch niggas ain’t never outside
if you ain’t ’bout to pop your pistol, bitch, you better not ride
killer killer and heard everybody over there pride
ain’t had to say a word, you seen the news, you know that he died

[verse 8: bandgang lonnie bands]
hey, ain’t nobody stop shit, don’t nothin’ fly
nigga, your mama gon’ cry before mine cry
i wear my chain everywhere, i wish you would try
nigga play me like a rapper, watch your chin drop

[verse 9: nuk]
that pressure get on, them walls closin’ in
i keep thinkin’, i just gotta hit the road again
they caught us with the poles, we got the poles again
it’s a five-hour drive, i make her hold it in
ride with two stumpers, make ’em hold they hands
hit this bitch from the back, make her hold her head
guess her nigga mad at her, want her to close her legs
in the bag i trust, nigga, in the roll i spread
i picked up the pros, told the hoes go’n ‘head
playin’ with my money, put that pole to your head
have the lil’ nigga shakin’ from his toes to his legs
like why you write them names on a note to the feds?
it’s either go or you broke or you fed
boy, i run with a bag, be done broke your legs
hit the— stash a twenty off the pros so fast
three nine-twos out the door, i slap dope like scats
[verse 10: bandgang javar]
lost a fortune on the road, made it back again
like fuck a brick, i just found a fire bin
fifteen cards’d probably make you ten
that’s after you pay the work and you had goin’ in
should teach swim class, i’ve been in the deep end
they got my chicken, i ain’t picky, guess it’s beef then
i don’t need too much to do your ass in
like i can’t say “fuck it”, just the fn
you got some balls tryna scam me
be done killed the lil’ nigga like plan b
or have boom pop up on you for a small fee
twelve if you value gram’s life, you move her ot
you don’t see “welcome to ohio”, that’s the wrong route
if you see the windows boarded, that’s the right house
i just opened ten lines, cut verizon out
caught this old arab nigga that’s gon’ cash him out

- bandgang lonnie bands bandgang javar

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