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letra de bandz - joe goonie

[intro: damjonboi]
ooh

[chorus: damjonboi]
lil’ b-tch, what would you do for these bands?
this b-tch done got to twerkin’ on my mans
i really wanna see if she can do it with no hands
me and damedot walked in this b-tch, where your friends?
lil’ b-tch, what would you do for these bands?
this b-tch done got to twerkin’ on my mans
i really wanna see if she can do it with no hands
me and damedot walked in this b-tch, where your friends?
[verse 1: damjonboi & damedot]
walked in ace of spade around twelve
made it rain, took a shot, and ate a lobster tail
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m fresh as h-ll
make a bad b-tch drive the boat, get her drunk as h-ll
i might let her do the guccis with the matching purse
meet me in the vip so we can match a perc’
i might hit it in the bathroom while she at work
i might walk in the bar, throw the b-tch a purse
one band, two bands, workin’ on my third
one perc’, two percs, workin’ on my third
b-tch make her asscheeks flap like a bird
best friend thick as h-ll too, these hoes got some nerves
you wanna battle rap, b-tch, go get a chain first
matter fact, scratch that, go get some change first
you wanna sneak diss me? get a name first
i just want some head, tryna see how good her brain work
they wanna get to me, they gotta go through gang first
i got some bad hoes, but i’ma call my main first
i lost some n-ggas to this game and that pain hurt
sunshine, but you gotta go through rain first
it’s summertime, why the f-ck they wearin’ raincoats?
you in the bar, but you ain’t makin’ it rain, though
i heard these hoes be eatin’ p-ssy for the stage show
so i’ma get some ones, show these hoes what we came for
[chorus: damjonboi & almighty suspect]
lil’ b-tch, what would you do for these bands?
this b-tch done got to twerkin’ on my mans
i really wanna see if she can do it with no hands
me and damedot walked in this b-tch, where your friends?
lil’ b-tch, what would you do for these bands? (what up, dame?)
this b-tch done got to twerkin’ on my mans (what up, jonboi?)
i really wanna see if she can do it with no hands
me and damedot walked in this b-tch, where your friends? (b-tch, it’s almighty)

[verse 2: almighty suspect]
new gun, new clip just to match my ‘fit
new clothes, new drip just to whack your b-tch
seen n-ggas on the ‘gram, them not your whips
seen you postin’ petty rolls, them not your strips
b-tch, i got bands, what you throwin’ for ’em?
b-tch, i got big chains and i’m shootin’ for ’em
you know all my n-ggas ball, ain’t no hoopin’ for ’em
b-tch, the gang for the win and i’m rootin’ for ’em
heard a n-gga said i’m broke, i ain’t get the memo
you don’t pink slip sh-t, you be in the rentals
smoked her n-gga last week, turned her to a widow
ho, i’m slidin’ with the gang, shootin’ out the window
you just talkin’ on the ‘net, p-ssy n-gga, shoot me
he be actin’ like the hoes, treat him like a groupie
balmains and amiris, we don’t do the trueys
everybody know my name when i’m up in louis
n-gga
[outro: almighty suspect]
on the gang, on the gang, on the gang

- joe goonie

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