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letra de lonnievicious - bandgang lonnie bands & rob vicious

[intro: rob vicious]
aye rob, i think the feds is listening

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
i think the feds listenin’
i got 36 ozs in this d-mn kitchen
huh, i think the feds watchin’
they like these n-ggas got work they ain’t still robbin’
n-gga, but i’ll still rob ‘ya
i’ll throw you in the oven like a peach cobbler
huh, threw him in the blender
stripper-rapper had a n-gga instagram trending
n-gga, grams, of that kylie jenner
man that sh-t so pure i gotta hit it
huh, d-mn, just dodged a life sentence
gave my lawyer 50 bands ‘tell him handle his business

[verse 2: rob vicious]
aye, my hеart cold cut off the a.c
b-tch i’m rob vicious ain’t a n-gga to replace mе
aye, i know these n-ggas hate me
i’m trip trippin’ i dare some red and blues to come and chase me
i’m sip sippin’ loaded off the drank
you know i hate green
eyes so low gang faded and b-tch i can’t see
i got poles pop a n-gga and get the case beat
c-ck back on him when it flash it make him say ‘cheese’
if i go broke, get it back, it don’t phase me
and all i know do the dash but you can race me
and all i know is fast cash and f-ck f-ck n-ggas
if your bros don’t pass i can’t f-ck wit’ ’em
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
f-ck my opps, i know they hate lonnie
ain’t gone have no more opps if we drop one more body
spent 40 on my watch, they hate it i’m so icy
made a 100 no lie off that blue b-tch roxy
huh, 100 grams a brown, that little foxy
if we catch you out of bounds, i’ma up the toppy
make a b-tch come to the times, off this molly
my fiend just snorted like 10 lines, whitney and bobby

[verse 4: rob vicious & bandgang lonnie bands]
aye, feds watchin, n-gga we gone hit the back
i think the feds knockin
sssh, i think the feds listenin’
i don’t want to hit the pack, i think the meds kickin’
brought my ‘partna, know i left a n-gga head itchin’
god d-mn rob, boy you trippin’ you too d-mn vicious
aye, and for this kb, b-tch i’ll knock a n-gga head just like some dre beats
huh, n-gga, and this for dad i’m winnin’
i swear to god over him we k!lled like 10 n-ggas
spent 25 thousand on this d.d. pendant
i can’t believe my brother really died in f-cking prison

- bandgang lonnie bands rob vicious

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