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letra de revenge - lando bando

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
(it’s lando, your b-tch know, don’t let your b-tch go, n-gga)
f-ck the other side

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
n-gga, dada died next to me, that’s why i’m at y’all neck (boy)
give a f-ck about y’all bodies, n-gga, f-ck y’all respect (boy)
n-gga, this sh-t more than music (more than music), n-ggas gettin’ stretched (gettin’ stretched)
we ain’t gon’ half-step nothin’, goin’ full fledged (hey)
n-gga, ain’t no attempts, we ain’t hittin’ legs
your mama, she a punk b-tch, she had some scary kids (hey, punk b-tch)
hit your car a hundred times, what’s the chance you live?
we ain’t gon’ catch you out, n-gga, catch you where you live
naw, i don’t know that n-gga (i don’t know that n-gga), he talkin’ to the pigs (snitch n-gga)
pillow talkin’ to the money, finger f-ck the bread (ayy, ayy)
give a f-ck about the task force, i’m rollin’ with the shred
n-gga, give me that rollie, if you move, i’ma split your wig (boy)
you don’t know all the f-cked-up sh-t in my head
almost broke down, got that call that my brother dead (r.i.p. dede)
devil want me, tried to get me in my bed
can’t sleep no more, man, i think i need some f-ckin’ meds

[verse 2: allstar lee]
big f&ns, four-five, explosive sound effects
get you smoked like menthols, skinny n-gga, big b-lls
b-tch, call if that chopper get to singin’ and yellin’
put your stupid ass to sleep, have you dreamin’ in heaven
the pain i felt in that court room when the judge gave pole that time (man)
a n-gga heart broke when i looked inside his mama eyes (man)
i cannot go broke, i done said that sh-t a thousand times (i swear)
went broke a thousand times, then pro’d thousand a thousand times (i swear)
f-ck a b-tch and ditch her, that’s the only time i drop a dime (only time, n-gga)
saw french in that casket, left a n-gga traumatized (swear to god)
h-llcat smoke in your face when we sped off
b-tch, we got blues and oranges, that’s sonic and knuckles hedgehog
louski took his head off for the fettuccini (huh?)
my n-gga got life, couldn’t picture what he be thinkin’ (free lou)
n-ggas wanna beef with us, couldn’t picture what they be thinkin’
i hit your ho, she sneakin’, couldn’t picture what you be thinkin’, n-gga
[verse 3: rocky badd]
can’t picture what they be thinkin’, my b-tches know where i’m at
i’m pullin’ up while you sleepless, ’cause b-tch, you tough in them raps
b-tches playin’ like they sleepin’, i’m peekin’, i’m in the back
i’m ready, i swear i want it, my n-ggas know where i’m at
off them perkys, i get geeky, i put cone all on his hat
spit on rappers, but i’m changin’, i said i was done with that
off them shots, sendin’ shots, when it pop, it go brrat
send a shot, you get dropped, b-tches hate it when i rap
f-ck a rapper on the ‘net, come my way, then you get stretched
eatin’ b-tches, who want next? who the f-ck is talkin’ next?
i’ma dog a b-tch who want it ’til it ain’t a rapper left
scared of who? i let it rip, f-ck your chopper and your vest
i scream free my n-ggas, ’cause if they was home, they wouldn’t miss a shoot (they wouldn’t do it)
give me work, i bet i get it gone, they wouldn’t know what to do (they couldn’t do it)
f-ck a following, ’cause in these streets, i don’t got sh-t to prove
f-ck a following, ’cause with these straps, they don’t know what to do
r.i.p. bug, we used to sell weed up out the gas station (on 6 mile)
i knew i could rap, but if whatever, then that bag waitin’
always been the type to go and work while they sack chasin’
never been a ho who want it first, now they mad waitin’

- lando bando

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