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letra de dirty bands - fsg rell

(chorus)
n-ggas know i’m strapped
riding round wit the mack
f-cked up, but now i’m back
feeling like t-mac
i don’t got no rap
number one don’t lack
true religion off of my ass
run up on me get clapped
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands, dirty bands
dirty bands, dirty bands

(verse 1)
bad hoes hugh hefner
what you want i got extra
red bottoms ain’t special
momma do that on a regular
i don’t feel no pressure
second night don’t text us
fat ass alexis texas
ran off can’t catch us
dirty bands dirty bands
benjamin is my friend
eric b and rakim
take a pic from my lens
putting mud in the hands
watch rell do his dance
i don’t do the romance
take a flight out to france
louie holding my pants
gunna fresh out the can
i’m a pop you with a can
about to f-ck it up again
(chorus)
n-ggas know i’m strapped
riding round wit the mack
f-cked up, but now i’m back
feeling like t-mac
i don’t got no rap
number one don’t lack
true religion off of my ass
run up on me get clapped
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands, dirty bands
dirty bands, dirty bands

(verse 2)
beat the case like oj
mj with no nose ring
only boss sh-t only
f-ck and pass to the homie
i’m a get it how it’s necessary
i’ma make sure i’m legendary
shooting like a young jason terry
f-ck a b-tch, i got the game to marry
f-ck around and get hit
young bulls with no picks
drop top on a b-tch
dirty bands for the clip
14 off my feet
trapping sh-t overseas
all my dogs got heat
perc 10 can’t sleep
(chorus)
n-ggas know i’m strapped
riding round wit the mack
f-cked up, but now i’m back
feeling like t-mac
i don’t got no rap
number one don’t lack
true religion off of my ass
run up on me get clapped
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands dirty bands, uh
dirty bands, dirty bands
dirty bands, dirty bands

(verse 3)
if my man call my phone gone ride
see the opps they watch and plot
hit my name on his phone i’ll slide
fsg fsg, we pop
stay down ‘till the day you shine
run the game we about to be the mob
got to get rid of lose ties
chicken wings, 4 wings and fries
i don’t let no other n-ggas slide
n-ggas see me they surprised
get yours ‘cause i get mines
i got dirty bands on my mind
i got dirty bands on my mind
i got dirty bands on my mind
i got dirty bands on my mind

- fsg rell

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