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letra de greatest bome back - bandgang lonnie bands & shredgang mone

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
free the robbers, n-gga, huh
hey
hey

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
[?] that’s a trophy
if she put you on the floor, it’s on the floor for rollie pollie
rollie strike me up a whole nine, i’m tryna hit a bogie
you ain’t gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like goldie
concrete ya ‘cross the state lines, i got that sh-t from boldy
lil’ mama [?], she be ventin’ to me when lil’ baby blow me
bake the fish, always think with his d-ck, k!ll your tenderoni
sit in the bird’s nest, birdbrain, before it’s chicken on it
i’ve been in the field sincе tenth grade like i’m pickin’ on it
bеfore i slam dunk this eddie kane, i gotta dribble on it
make sure that somebody at the crib want a bag unloaded
you ain’t gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it
should’ve got a coca-cola deal from how i bubble from it
[?], that’s how we live for real, this sh-t all cosa nostra
i can tell your bag light as h-ll ’cause you sittin’ on it
oh my god, this b-tch ass fat as h-ll, i can sit the pistol on it
oh my god, that p-ssy good as h-ll, make a living from it
put her on the scale from one to ten, that p-ssy in the hundreds
i’m goin’ deep up in them guts, i see them ribs huffin’, puffin’
i go deep and wind it up, she yell out, “i can’t stop cummin'”
[verse 2: shredgang mone]
it’s big unk with the drum, n-ggas know i start a band up
hit him with that 7.62, now he can’t stand up
that’s an and-one, him and his mans, n-ggas playin’ dumb
with that pistol, i’m elite, shoot that b-tch like trae young
online like a box-and-one, n-ggas know i ain’t boxin’ nothin’
only time you see me pourin’ drank is when i’m droppin’ somethin’
somethin’ like a n-gga favorite barber, tryna line him up (stupid)
that motherf-ckin’ switch go off, he ain’t got time for nothin’
slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (yeah)
never go against the f-ckin’ family ’cause we all troops (dumbass)
sayin’ you gon’ dog who? we’ll put it on your head, n-gga (stupid)
got a backwood rolled up with all they dead n-ggas
pistol in the party, b-tch, i’m known to shoot the scene up
to any lil’ broke-ass n-gga tryna mean mug (yeah)
that glizzy come out, turn a tough n-gga teacup
sharpshooter aim with that glock, b-tch, i’m d1 (shred)

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