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letra de bandana - dark lo

[hook]
bandana on the handle, i’m santana
pants sagging, a hundred racks, i’m tony danza
back in 0-10, we used to pop bananas
tell my younging pop it at you while he load his hammer

[verse 1]
north philly, flying past susquehanna
smoking og and boosting up my stamina
you know my sneaks bl–dy, you know the streets love me
lord, forgive me, put a p-ssy n-gga up above me
my drink muddy, your wife my little buddy
told her meet me at the trap house, we was in the tubby
i’m being honest, younging, this sh-t is timeless
address me as your highness, direct calls from convicts
i send them commissary, my vision kind of blurry
i throw a hail mary, you n-ggas still scary
i come from cops raiding, guns blazing
you should see how life switch around, i swear the sh-t amazing
cooking caucasian, then we took it to the pavement
told the cops suck a d-ck, i’ll never make a statement
guess the rules don’t apply nowadays
it was ramadan, fast all day then i pray
then i hit a n-gga, army status, bent on one leg
but i always took the time to repent for my ways
that’s the death talking, he know it’s close to me
even heard the devil talk, you know he spoke to me
go and see my n-gga ke hopefully
a hundred shot handgun, who want smoke with me?
this my journey for your earbuds will burn you
your favorite rapper, this the sh-t he turn to
few years upstate and the time flew
can’t get it back, i need everything times two
made me broad day you in a school zone
i don’t give a f-ck, in the county with my blues on
we’ll probably eat each other when the food gone
heard my younging got k!lled, now my mood blown
it’s dark lo, he got the streets on
the crook back with a cl-ssic, it’s your very own
young b-st-rd throwing money with the rolly on
i told her, “leave me alone then leave my number from your phone”
she popping up on the strip, “what the f-ck you on?
what the f-ck is wrong?” i f-cked her then i’m gone
we don’t go together
she just on a n-gga d-ck, she don’t know no better
baking soda and the [?], watch it grow together
out in traffic, on point, watching for whoever
he said he move [?]
this homicidal, you suicidal
f-ck around, chase you down then crucify you
when it come to the streets, n-gga, who supply you?
back seat, counting money like the uber driver

[hook]
bandana on the handle, i’m santana
pants sagging, a hundred racks, i’m tony danza
back in 0-10, we used to pop bananas
tell my younging pop it at you while he loads his hammer
triple og, n-ggas know me
tec shooting out the wards, that was ‘03
never got caught about it, kept it lowkey
they keep my songs on repeat, go ‘head and od

[verse 2]
you need a lift? you need a fix?
you need a hit? you see the sh-t
[?] f-cking two sisters then they told me to pick
then the cops ain’t find no gun then they told me to split
you n-ggas counterfeit, i’m in all type of sh-t
graveyarding in the winter, there was ice and sh-t
you in your feelings on the gram just typing sh-t
your man’s in the background just hyping sh-t
p-ssy n-ggas tougher than a dyk- b-tch
twenty shots in your car ‘fore the light switch
og walk the yard with his icepick
ice cube turned to hard, i turned to sl!ck rick
i swear you n-ggas weird, oh yeah i came prepared
i’m talking rifle with the scope, shipped [?]
took a flight out to cali and we’re almost there
n-gga, y’all was scared, we was all prepared
i ain’t even want to f-ck, she gave me all head
first n-gga play a game get a bald head
you should’ve fell back, that’s what your boss said
i want them all dead, i’m sending moss there
i got my silk on
on my grind cooking c0ke, poured the milk on it
i just gave a head nod then they spilled on them
i’m just trying to fall back, but i’m still on it
the strip, i still own it
we could talk business
little n-gga called me god, said he not religious
he just waiting for the green light to pop your biscuit
i just pulled up to the table eating lobster dishes
you showing off for b-tches
it’s gang time, this a great time
great dane by the door, dumping eight or nine
kick the hinges off your door, i wasn’t in my mind
rapper, why you lying? i’m laughing while you dying
i bagged up shooting iron, the sh-t got you frying
now here comes the sirens, i sped off on thompson
i feel like bumpy johnson, it’s dark lo, not him
you hit him up, you spin the block, hurry up, get in
and the load just landing, n-gga, i told you we in
n-gga, i told you we kin
two hundred fifty bundled moved, it’s the weekend
it’s increasing, this flow is decent
this smoke i’m breathing, codeine i’m leaning
i swear i seen it
hit him between the eyes, i ain’t have to beam it
natural g*nius, scr-p with demons
i’m strapped most evenings

[hook]
bandana on the handle, i’m santana
pants sagging, a hundred racks, i’m tony danza
back in 0-10, we used to pop bananas
tell my younging pop it at you while he loads his hammer
triple og, n-ggas know me
tec shooting out the ward, that was ‘03
never got caught about it, kept it lowkey
they keep my songs on repeat, go ‘head and od

- dark lo

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