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letra de murder cases - bandgang lonnie bands

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
drop a hundred sh-lls on the pavement, huh
my k!llers really fighting murder cases, huh
sittin’ in the trap with my haitians, huh
b-tch we’ll pull up and spray sh-t, huh
n-gga wanna give it, we’ll take it, huh
pull up on your block, we’ll shake it, ooh
why you wanna play like you crazy? huh
b-tch we pull up and hit granny’s baby, ooh

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
my zoes really love me like i’m one of them
they took my lil brother, we hit a couple them
pull up shootin’ at the court like above the rim
my n-gga testified in court so we drillin’ him
we wasn’t raised to be hoes so we get it in
couldn’t find bro so we hit his mans
n-gga f-ck what you heard, i ain’t never ran
pop a p-ssy -ss n-gga than a rubber band, hmm
and she p-ssy poppin’ on a headstand, ooh
and that b-tch gon’ bring that bread in, ooh
and i got that lil b-tch dancing, ooh
she gon’ bring it in when a n-gga landing, ooh
brown skin b-tch look like janet, ooh
and that b-tch just brought me two-hundred jacksons, ooh
that b-tch know she f-ckin’ with the band man
b-tch you either sellin’ p-ssy or you scammin’, ooh

[verse 2: ysl kash laflexx]
put that forty to your chest, have you coughin’
blow the legs off your body, ain’t no walkin’
i’m a shark in the water, you a dolphin
it ain’t about money, why you talkin’?
leave a hundred sh-lls on your block, ain’t no stoppin’
think he blowin’ up in my hood, i’m gon’ pop him
painting pictures with the ak, watch me crop him
big chopper bullets send a n-gga to the doctor
i ain’t gotta take it, watch the p-ssy n-gga give it up
f-ck it, if the club pat me down i’ma hit it up
’bout to buy a fifty for my glock and i’m gon’ fill it up
catch him lacking down bad, the ambulance gon’ pick him up
sh-t’s got hot, i had to f-ck around and switch it up
north miami choppa boyz, name some choppers real as us
run up on a n-gga with the stick and we gon’ stick him up
bullets flashing out the barrel, let the chopper fl!ck him up

[verse 3: ysl choppa trump]
young n-ggas wildin’ and they dump stuff
quick to do a murder, everybody got they own gun
quick to pull a scam and jump in a very fast one
all about my bands, we band up and some
don’t forget i got my semi with me
run up, my trigger finger been itchin’ homie
on the road to riches so we only get richer homie
stackin’ them racks up high, n-gga i’m tryna break the ceiling
and we doin’ mathematics, steady countin’ digits
p-ssy n-ggas love to talk but they ain’t with the k!lling
broad daylight, if i see him then i’m on a mission
my dog in the cut, he said the ar got night vision
sliding in the dark with no lights, we some swamp n-ggas
no dropouts, we hoppin’ all you opp n-ggas
man down, all they heard was couple shots n-gga
left the scene and we left in a drop n-gga

- bandgang lonnie bands

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