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letra de intro (back to the bando) - lando bando

[intro: lando bando]
(it’s lando, your b-tch know, don’t let your b-tch go, n-gga)
yeah, n-gga (jose the plug)
we ’bout to take this sh-t back to the bando, man
it’s the motherf-ckin’ hip hop lab, let’s get it

[verse 1: babyface ray]
buy it plain, get it fully, bang (bang)
f-ck her on camera, did it for the gang, sh-t’ll never be the same (never)
stick with me, but i ain’t playin’ games (huh?)
we can go to war, i ain’t sayin’ names, i ain’t never been afraid (never)
i ain’t ’bout to bust the brick open for a johnny k (split)
bless her with a bag even though she got naughty ways (huh?)
trap, eatin’ pizza, thuggin’ (thuggin’)
same clothes for a week, i’m gettin’ money, n-gga, f-ck it (f-ck that sh-t)
jump on it seven times, i’m like vick, dog fightin’ in kentucky (yeah)
we just dropped a brick of glass, this sh-t thicker than some honey (yeah)
fake-ass n-gga, you ain’t realer than my junkie (fake-ass n-gga)
d-mn, she a snake, bought her gucci, now she love me (now she love me)
rockstar with no guitar, pulling strings, uncle bubby (rest in peace)
f-ck naw, that cup ain’t mine if it ain’t muddy (f-ck naw)
i’m in a drug ring, i sell what the plug bring (yop)
i’m in the purple jeans, this b-tch kicked my cup of lean, what the f-ck?

[verse 2: b-win]
ayy, i don’t work a nine-to-five, but i cash a check (uh-huh)
and if it’s bread on your head, you better cash a vest (for real)
all these f’s on my shirt like i ain’t pass the test
you like the twenties in my pocket, b-tch, you’s a mess (messy)
my n-ggas runnin’ sh-t and shootin’ like virginia tech (brrt, bah)
two in a twenty-ounce, i’m finna take a nap (doze)
i can’t kick the cup down, ’cause i’m too attached
this sh-t ain’t fall in my lap, just a n-gga blessed (amen)
if it’s a price on your life, they gon’ bid on you (look out, bro)
bro got five, i got five, now that’s ten on you (okay, it’s on)
young n-gga, called your og my lil’ homie
took a n-gga b-tch, only time you see me stealin’ somethin’ (b-tch, come here)
better watch what you say, my gang k!ll people (brrt, bah)
and they gon’ do it all for free ’cause i’m a real n-gga (one hundred)
watch thirty plain jane, ain’t got no chill in it
draco ridin’ shotgun, that’s my lil’ n-gga (n-gga)
[verse 3: veeze]
why you sippin’ all that lean? is you ill, n-gga?
i don’t listen to your raps, i don’t feel n-ggas
i still rock designer when i’m out of state pill dealin’
i don’t need first aid, my med kit got a seal in it
droppin’ red in the sprite, pourin’ pink cups
this sh-t five hundred an ounce, this the pink runtz
i get offended how you look and pop his mean mug
lil’ cuddy tote the mop all day, but he don’t clean up
if you a brother, i got a play, i’ll let you eat somethin’
she so sloppy with the head, she a demon
you the n-gga out here cuffin’ all the freaks up
in my hood, when n-ggas die, n0body seen nothin’
we ain’t tryna graze no n-gga, tryna leave somethin’
put his house on the news, make it mean somethin’
pay eight hundred for an eight, then pour green up
she snuck the glock in the club in her d cup

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

- lando bando

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