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letra de rover remix - bandgang lonnie bands & shredgang mone

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
i just took his b-tch now ooh, scratched her off the list
woo, i’m a walking l!ck, now ooh nig’ come and try some sh-t
and we still rappin’ but we still might f-ck ’round hit a l!ck
n-gga stop playin’, have my b-tch take that up off your wrist
uh, ooh, ooh, ayy
uh, uh, uh, ayy
hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey hey hey hey hey
gang in here n-gga, uh
might send my ho b-tch at you n-gga
livin’ like that n-gga, you ain’t livin’ like that n-gga
ayy ayy ayy

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
ridin’ in the motherf-ckin’ stolie, huh
bro’nem ’bout to go and eat a rollie, huh
why these n-ggas actin’ like they know me, huh
did they tell you that i keep it on me
don’t ask me ’bout the other side, they the police
f-ck around, rob your brother at the corney, huh
don’t talk that k!ller sh-t, you gotta show me
put some money on my head, we k!ll your og, huh
all these fake gangster rappers, i don’t feel it, huh
she ask me what i do, b-tch mind your business, huh
she said lil n-gga you so ignant
i told her i smack b-tches, yeah this real pimpin’, huh
ayy i’m ’bout to k!ll that p-ssy and what’s there for me
she said this n-gga was so good she spent a check on it
i told myself i was done then i slept on it, ooh
then i woke up like b-tch i’m back on it, huh
man that dog was too strong, he had to step on it, ooh
put a five on it, put the stretch on it, ooh
i put a chain on my chest, not a vest on it, uh
and you know we got the ups when we crept on him, ayy

[verse 2: shredgang mone]
ridin’ in the motherf-ckin’ h-llcat
brodie see that rollie, he gon’ shred that
turn that b-tch in, i got like twelve racks
most these n-ggas p-ssy, i can smell that
i’m in the booth right now, i got like five bands
streetz turned rat, now he ain’t my mans
i had to turn my back ’cause he was workin’
hit the dog with the tar, turned tan
i bang the shred, we’ll murk you
want to beef with me then pull a he-rs- up
don’t talk to broke b-tches, they ain’t worth nothin’
stab a thick stripper ’cause i’m perked up
my whole gang rich just like birdman
seventy-five soft ’cause them percs in
my b-tches beat the blade and then they turn in
that b-tch ain’t in my whip if she ain’t worth ten

- bandgang lonnie bands shredgang mone

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