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letra de millionaires & navy seals - bandgang lonnie bands

[intro]
hey
stop rappin’ my life, n-gga (stop rappin’ my life, n-gga)
hey
hold on

[verse]
i came in with some millionaires and the navy seals
and my b-tch came louis bag with the matching heels
and i’m in that big-body benz with the factory rims
i be with them k!llers shootin’ three-pointers at the gym
and don’t ask me ’bout no other side, just know we terrorize them
(basskids, answer your motherf-ckin’ phone, n-gga)
don’t ask me to mail no za, boy, you know we fly them
drop ninety-one shots on your block, dennis rodman
if a rap n-gga hatin’ on me, we probably robbed him ([?])
dog was poppin’ all that tough sh-t and we fried him
call the opps flies ’cause they droppin’
my young dog don’t want dior shoes, he want a chopper
my young dog don’t wanna sell pills, he wanna pop ’em
i got two bricks in the car on my way to iowa
we made it there every time, shoutout to my driver
you know that b-tch a keeper if she drive twenty hours
we made a quarter million in this godd-mn honda
throw fifty up every d-mn week like i’m harden
boy, this sh-t really on the floor like a carpet
got a plug in real life, not on the black market
you broke n-ggas love to start beef ’cause y’all starvin’
catch you with your b-tch, put a hole in her body
these f-ck n-ggas love to throw rocks and start hidin’ (b-tch)
n-ggas get they first gun and think they been lyin’
but wanna call in when these bullets get to flyin’
get your ass k!lled for a buck, i think i’m giannis
the opps got them wack jumpers, bunch of ben wallace
yeah, we smokin’ on that opp pack, we turned ’em to exotics
one more body and them boys distinct like the supersonics
i got twenty in this fn, call it gary payton
in la lookin’ for that white man, ronald reagan
we can’t even count the paper no more, we gotta weigh it
i can’t even count my blessings no more ’cause god saved me
i just poured up two pints with the mayor, yeah, my n-gga young
i just bought a new chop with the knife and a honeybun
i can show you what to do with that blow, i think i’m george jung
we made a ticket off that employed, shoutout donald trump

- bandgang lonnie bands

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