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letra de out my business - bandgang masoe

[intro: biggs & masoe]
come on now….ah!

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
5’4 with more heart than the biggest tho
don’t let it go, we steady go and lettin’ triggers go
that’s your hoe, yeah i know, still gotta f-ck her though
we all ballin’, sh-t feel kind of like the rucker though
close to a deal but sick i had to lose my brother though
nindo, all i know need cheddar tho
mill’s voice man, the pigs will never let ’em go
life, leave your b-tch -ss on ice
get into it broad day you’ll be dead by the night
went to sleep, woke up to news man this sh-t don’t seem right
[?] i’m off a four, juice washin’ down the rice
buffs on, dark tint, i’m just dimmin’ down them lights
b-tches bout that f-ckin’ life, they know what them hunnids like
i can do this in my sleep this sh-t really somethin’ light
sorry mama i ain’t right, i’m just caught up in the life
but uh, b-tch get out my business i ain’t ask you

[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
back the f-ck up, all these bands gave me the cash flu
call rose, tell that n-gga bring the bags through
but you wouldn’t know about that though, you too fragile
run up on some stupid sh-t and get the mac drew
you a stupid n-gga i wouldn’t even put it past you
my lil’ n-ggas poppin’ pills like they cashews
i can’t even blame ’em, they pop them and act casual
rose playin’ so i had to get the bag flew
choppin’ down bowls, seen more sticks than a bamboo
now i’m going on vacation out in cancun
just to show you broke -ss n-ggas what them bands do

[verse 3: bandgang paid will]
them bands buying bowls and b-tches bags
runnin’ off with mine, i’m sendin’ mone to go get his -ss
garbage bags filled with cash, b-tches think it’s trash
in the hallways grabbing -ss, i was missin’ cl-ss
but the streets taught me well, always keep my scale
thinkin’ bout dotts, we was just riding, hitting sales
real n-ggas up in heaven, p-ssies go to h-ll
glock with the beam, plus the clip in it long as h-ll
good larry and cuz got blow for sell
hook hit the stash just know a n-gga makin’ bail
but b-tch get out my business, i ain’t asked you

[verse 4: bandgang lonnie bands]
aye, b-tch why you all in my sh-t?
matter fact, thousand pills can you stuff all this sh-t
meanwhile the hood hot, the feds sliding down
n-gga they’ll erk off this b-tch, we’ll chop ’em down
last dummy slid down, put his chopper down
n-gga touch me then we comin’ at your mama now
this ain’t a fairytale, we got a bottle, every bale
we got ’em comin’ through the mail, b-tch ups ringin’ bells
aye, n-gga what’s the problem?
get ’em bandman, n-gga i got ’em
we got the oil base, they got the spoiled face
n-gga i know they hate, n-gga i know i’m great
these n-ggas say they k!ll they just really acting
boy, your -ss need some target practice
boy, get out your feelings before you get blasted

[all together]
b-tch get out your feelings i ain’t asked you

- bandgang masoe

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