letra de come on p - bandgang lonnie bands
[intro]
(come on p)
[verse]
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’
now it’s fifty racks when i lift my wrist up, n-gga
yeah, i got rich on my own, i ain’t d-ck suck
rich as f-ck, still’ll wipe a—
huh, like a n-gga sick or something
keep that rifle on me, n-gga, like i’m deer hunting
put the benz in sports mode, it go two hundred
i keep big pole, you know my fat ass ain’t runnin’
n-gga, run for what?
these lvs ain’t got no crease or no f-ckin’ scuffs
lonnie, what the f-ck you got in your cup?
tell that sh-t i spent your record deal to f-ck my kidneys up
all it took it was a follow back to hit that b-tch you love
knock her down, sixty minutes, ain’t no danny glove
i done really counted five million with these two thumbs
got my young n-ggas hittin’ rims like a hoop run
n-gga, f-ck rap, i just got a deal with nascar
i’m on the road neck-and-neck with dale earnhardt
d-mn, bandman, how the f-ck you do that?
and we ain’t never seen you drive your own d-mn car?
i don’t know, man, i thought you n-ggas knew that
we just drove twenty-four with some black tar
man, where the f-ck my cake, n-gga? call me supergrams
uh, or call me fent clark, n-gga
f-ck it, call me petsmart
n-gga, used to sell cat, now it’s bulldogs
f-ck it, call me kellogg
spoon of gold, whippin’ cheerios with my left paw
but i shoot the chopper right hand, left hand steer
cuban link on south beach, but my wrist surfin’ at venice
i just got the amg just to massage these b-tches
and i’m kod, y’all can’t f-ck with me, time to remind these n-ggas
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’ (strip somethin’)
n-gga, just to strip somethin’ (take somethin’, n-gga)
(just to take somethin’)
now i lift my wrist, that’s a half a hundred, huh
stop flashin’ that lil’ sh-t, n-gga, spend somethin’
n-gga, spend somethin’
flyin’ down our block in that cheap-ass scat’
you must want your motherf-ckin’ whip flipped or somethin’ (n-gga)
[outro]
we back on, n-gga
we back on that
n-gga
got you n-ggas screamin’
got you n-ggas screamin’
“god, can you get my bro back?”
(come on p)
y’all can’t f-ck with me, n-gga, and y’all know that
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