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letra de anarchy - bandingo ygne

[intro]
ooh, ooh, oh, no home
ooh, ooh, oh
i ain’t got no home
you finna die baby
i’m a lonely boy
i ain’t got no home
dj lotion

[chorus]
want the smoke like bob marley (uh-huh)
b-tch, we gon’ surprise him (surprise him)
hit him wit’ that fire-fire in the nut like ghost rider
i’ll shoot up yo’ whole party
bandingo so d-mn gnarly (uh-huh)
f-ck twelve, b-tch, i want to die (i want to)
f-ck twelve, them b-tches can’t harm me
want the smoke like bob marley (marley)
leave a mark like a sharpie (huh?)
yo’ b-tch ain’t a barbie if you seen her at the parties
they say, “bandingo for pres'” don’t want to be pres’, i’m wantin’ a harley (uh-huh)
i’ll blow out my brains in the white house and leave y’all in a anarchy (super hot)
[verse 1]
is you slidin’ or not, n-gga, [?] (?)
straight cappin’ and you want some press
if you don’t want it, then you better confess (tell me not, b-tch)
but if a line can’t line up the neck [?] i totally would not suggest (nah, f-ck that)
i’m finna channel some [?]
p-ssy ass n-gga, don’t pose no threat
laugh as he take his final breath
don’t even gotta make a move to get you a move from professor x (oh yeah)
ain’t no love, she still getting undressed
the way that she flex in the morning and sh-t
swear on my life, i thought she was possessed
spot him, pop him, n-gga we got him
sh-t on his name, like n-gga, who shot him?
beef wit’ me, you get no peace when you [?]
shorty said our smash is just a dream, like that nelly hit (uh-huh)
this b-tch f-ck everybody, i bet she let nelly hit (she a freak)
smoke him like some moon rock, take that boy off his feet
i float like a b-tterfly and i sting on the week
snap of one finger, i could make you vanish
i got my [?] from thanos (thanos)
got all the ammo for any n-gga in the sky ’cause n-ggas wear camo (uh-huh)
but i keep it real, got nothing to hide, so i’m on a whole ‘nother plateau
just might [?] all yo’ dead homies, but i don’t f-ck wit’ tobacco (oh, good)

[chorus]
want the smoke like bob marley (uh-huh)
b-tch, we gon’ surprise him (surprise him)
hit him wit’ that fire-fire in the nut like ghost rider
i’ll shoot up yo’ whole party
bandingo so d-mn gnarly (uh-huh)
f-ck twelve, b-tch, i want to die (i want to)
f-ck twelve, them b-tches can’t harm me
want the smoke like bob marley (marley)
leave a mark like a sharpie (huh?)
yo’ b-tch ain’t a barbie if you seen her at the parties
they say, “bandingo for pres'” don’t want to be pres’, i’m wantin’ a harley (uh-huh)
i’ll blow out my brains in the white house and leave y’all in a anarchy
[verse 2]
you copyin’ styles, you the son of many
dark soul, lord, please, forgive me
i am the light in the son of many (son)
i was inspired by kung fu kenny (kung fu)
drop me once, n-gga, one too many
drop me one time, get one too many (grrr)
care ’bout that money, don’t care if it’s pennies
you don’t pay up, then it’s up wit’ the semi (up wit’ the semi)
ain’t no mercy when we run down, before the sun down
you will get dumbfound’ (grah)
gunned down, you will get bust down (bow)
and we finessin’ yo’ bussdown (uh-huh)
in your feelings while you snappin’ and sh-t
go listen to marvins room (marvins room)
before my n-gga track you down and i’ll have to make you a part of [?]
you is not eatin’, who’s starvin’ you? (yeah)
spray like graffiti, [?]
you makin’ the [?] (yeah)
he want the beefy, but don’t want to meet me
i can’t even start with you (i can’t)
fake ass real n-ggas (fake)
don’t be in the street n-gga (you don’t)
thought you was a street n-gga (i thought so)
you better look both ways before you cross the street n-gga (huh)
’cause we gon’ ride down with the mob and leave you in the street n-gga (ahh, grrr)
i am something that they don’t understand, i am [?] wit’ enigma
they gon’ make me turn into the bad guy, they gon’ make me turn into the riddler
[chorus]
want the smoke like bob marley (uh-huh)
b-tch, we gon’ surprise him (surprise him)
hit him wit’ that fire-fire in the nut like ghost rider
i’ll shoot up yo’ whole party
bandingo so d-mn gnarly (uh-huh)
f-ck twelve, b-tch, i want to die (i want to)
f-ck twelve, them b-tches can’t harm me
want the smoke like bob marley (marley)
leave a mark like a sharpie (huh?)
yo’ b-tch ain’t a barbie if you seen her at the parties
they say, “bandingo for pres'” don’t want to be pres’, i’m wantin’ a harley (uh-huh)
i’ll blow out my brains in the white house and leave y’all in a anarchy

- bandingo ygne

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