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letra de came & went - lando bando

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

[verse]
betterin’ myself was my only intent
when sh-t get wild, i go pitch me a tint
i’m in the field with this sh-t
can’t stop the blitz when it’s already sent
you better tuck it, ain’t no duckin’ the hit
f-ck it, you wanted him bent
packin’ this load, i’ma drive to the sticks
some of the profit might get spent on some ricks
f-ck it, i’m already lit
i’m still ballin’ after payin’ her rent (1hunnit)
she made a run, but it came and it went, it happened way too quick
maybach on a night like this, n-ggas’d k!ll for a life like this
5k on the ‘fit, behind tint with a top-notch b-tch
we went from fool to the iced-out kits, what would you do to get rich?
we got the bet, see how expensive it get
sip the wine and smack my lips with a crisp, they gave it time to ferment
take my time and write it in the cement
and when it dry, you’ll finally see what it meant, i’ma be here for a minute
my n-gga had a hard time tryna go legit
he seen twenty bricks before he turned twenty-six
nipsey, we double up, know how to turn three to six
i’m with the mafia, it’s made men in the clique
bro did some time, so he strike prison pose in every fl!ck
you wanna join the fellowship, just know it’s kinda strict
you stick around, it might reward you if you in the mix
never did see the downside of tryna take a risk
van cleef & arples stamped with franco cubans on our wrists
i need a trophy case to shelve another golden whisk
i pull that fish up out the pan and make some lobster bisque
this sh-t make titi lose her t–th, she talkin’ with a lisp
you can tell this sh-t is pure, you hit it with the strip
if you knew better, you would buy it if you really hip
ar get to barkin’ at you, sound like bippley snip
if you think the world yours, i’ll put you by a blimp
it ain’t a g spot in your bones with your p-ssy ass
you spread your cheeks for that b-tch, you let her eat your ass?
you n-ggas different, i can’t get down with the freaky swag
i go to trial to court a b-tch, she think i’m in my trickin’ bag
i told lando this sh-t big and i’m no longer sellin’ paper tags
act like we sellin’ groceries, you leave here with a paper bag
show you loyal, i’ma do whatever for you, you ain’t gotta ask
i can get whatever on consignment, i ain’t gotta ask
[outro]
n-gga
1hunnit
you know, maybe you could too if you weren’t so f-ckin’ slimy
you gon’ learn the game one day, n-gga
you ain’t gon’ get nowhere gettin’ over

- lando bando

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