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letra de steak & yams - bando

yea, everywhere i go you know it’s southside in it
pound sign n—- i been outside with it
see me on the line, give me like 5 minutes
i been looking at my time like it’s bout time n—-
i don’t see no breaks or no stop signs
all we see is guap signs, they fill up my hotline
i be in the field tryna build with all my kind
really bout a mil’ my n—- i’m so for real
yea, i pop my s— when i wanna
big marijuana smoke hoppin’ out the whip i been zonin’
i be trying to live in the moment
i know one of me won’t be here in the morning
own it
imma get the bill, likе i paid for it
i can’t even wait for it, b—- i gotta date for it
i got on thе plane and i came to la for it
imma need the plate with the yams and steak on it

yea the hustle can’t knock me off
aw yea we make it look good over here
ridin’ with the top cut off, circle the block wit my patnas
you know they showin love when they see us
we just want the whole thing
can’t let em get you, it’s a cold game
pray that we never fold, we won’t change
the only pain we need is champagne, dang
this that sw-ng yo’ ride s—
we just want deposits
this that get on your grind s—
this that s— for all these folk
this that s—, get all this dope
this that s—, for all we know we all this close let’s all get dough

put a little love in the game, won’t get it back
no i’m not the same t–zy t with the fitted cap, ooh
old unt, yea i been in that
don’t really use my degree, might send it back, true
i don’t need a paper, still certified, true
i don’t need a check, still verified, ooh
got another check, not verified
take another trip, blow a check at the enterprise
ooh, baby
buy you something nice, no fugazi
talk to me nice, don’t talk to me crazy
i’m in all white like that dude from the 80s
i got more stripes than that crew from the 80s
this ain’t rev run’s house, this is tev funhouse
bouncin’ all over this b—- ‘til sundown
oh i meant sun up
you can smell the come up, i just put one up
got me paranoid thinkin’ should i put my gun up
but i’d rather stand here and fight, i’m not a runner
i’m a all-state, first place, number one stunna
slash southside, outside, chillin’ m—–f—–
where you been at (baby i belong to the streets)
know a yungin’ straight, just need somethin’ to eat
know i do trick if you show me how to treat
then i run it back thrice like i threw it on repeat
yea the hustle can’t knock me off
aw yea we make it look good over here
ridin’ with the top cut off, circle the block wit my patnas
you know they showin’ love when they see us
we just want the whole thing
can’t let em get you, it’s a cold game
pray that we never fold, we won’t change
the only pain we need is champagne, dang

this that sw-ng yo’ ride s—
we just want deposits
this that get on your grind s—
this that s— for all these folk
this that s—, get all this dope
this that s—, for all we know we all this close let’s all get dough

- bando

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