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letra de 04' pistons - lando bando

[intro]
(it’s lando, your b-tch know, don’t let your b-tch go, n-gga)
(from detroit’s west side)

[verse 1: beno]
[?] behind your back, watch what i do with her
put me behind this k, watch what i do with it
get your frame bust puttin’ on some goofy sh-t
h-ll nah, boy, this ain’t no movie slit
my b-tch, she twenty-six
they ain’t know we snuck the one things on dixie six
all this fake sh-t, man, i’m gettin’ tired of it
heard an opp tappin’ in, yeah, they call it quits

[verse 2: nuk]
hit the road with the scams while the bean bean stackin’
and the dope so strong, i had nick rewrap it
twenty-three prolies, fifteen active
got a forty-ball now and sixteen plastics
n-ggas talkin’ on the ‘net like they seen action
catch ’em out with my stick, sixteen statues
hit the james with fifty-one, that’s fifteen backwards
in the gym like ai, i don’t need practice

[verse 3: mo money]
we just changed locations, dropper in the bas-m-nt
she keep starin’ at the powder, hold on, come here, taste it
if you stash it in the socks, you tearin’ up them ankles
in the field with them glocks, all my n-ggas anxious
don’t attempt to slide on that block ’cause you will get painted
heard them m’s on the way, godd-mn, i’ve been patient
[verse 4: beno]
pull up and stomp on your yard like i’m omega
i was trappin’ in the woods, ain’t got no data

[verse 5: mo money]
lil’ baby in my face, ooh, i think i’m the favorite
nuk shootin’ out the back like he partin’ them lakers

[verse 6: nuk]
man
yeah, i want the whole brick, go ‘head, pour a quicker
i know my mans mad as h-ll that i hit his sister (i know he know it)
but that p-ssy wet as h-ll, and i got her thicker
when you ballin’, ball that b-tch, i bet she lock that d-ck up
i call my baby nuck up and she locked to split up
i make a b-tch drink my cum when she got the hiccups
my b-tch keep complainin’, she say she need some more meat
when i talk my sh-t, yeah, it sound like poetry
you can stop lookin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ loyalty
all my dogs kings, i treat ’em just like royalty
i ain’t never had no motherf-ckin’ handout (no)
you ain’t never seen me with my f-ckin’ hand out
i talk beans and nut gone, whip the f-ckin’ tan out
go’n take a chance, dog, and see how it plan out

- lando bando

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