letra de tele - leeky g bando
[intro: bizzy banks]
grrah-grrah
(huncho)
uh
uh, uh
([?])
bae, what you want? you could tell me
you could anythin’ but a selfie
grrah, grrah
get money
bizzy
like
[chorus: bizzy banks]
bae, what you want? you could tell me
you could anythin’ but a selfie (facts)
she wanna bread so i bust up her welly (what?)
she wanted more so i bust up her chevy
you-you know i’m toxic, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t healthy
i ain’t seen her in days, she say she [?] smell me (like)
bando be smokin’ backdoor, he deady
still in the hood, catch us by the deli (like)
[verse 1: bizzy banks]
phone too hot, i don’t text on tele’
like, look
and yeah, i see rеd but i’m still on go
i met her close friеnd, she a treesh’ on the low
she told me, “pull up”, told her, “send me the loc'”
her ass so good, i might send her to brodie (bro, like)
said, “strucs no good”, cuh droppin’ the o
i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m flockin’ for bro
n-ggas know how i rock, n-ggas know how i go
still poled up when we go to them shows
n-gga, play wit’ your b-tch, do not play wit’ my dough
n-ggas know they on d-ck, they be stealin’ our flow
when it’s time to give credit, n-ggas start actin’ slow
no, i ain’t gotta say who, if you know, then you know
you everybody k? n-gga, pop out and throw, like
[verse 2: leeky g bando]
like, n-gga, pop out and throw (rrah)
in the field like the bengals, i’m throwin’ like joe
why you askin’ me questions? you already know
i been double-backin’, puttin’ d-ck in your ho
she [?] when i–, uh, look
i like louis vuitton ’cause it never get old
when i hug her, she told me she love my cologne
[?] she got that p-ssy drippin’ off the bone
she wonderin’ why i can’t leave her alone
should’ve known i’m a don, she got me in that mode
gotta go to the telly, can’t come to my home
i don’t know why you keep callin’ her phone
she gon’ do what she want ’cause you know that she grown
b-tch, i can handle business on my own
they got bando jordan in that zone (that structure)
get a n-gga k!lled, now he famous (grrah)
it take two-three shots to get him known
[chorus: bizzy banks]
bae, what you want? you could tell me
you could anythin’ but a selfie (facts)
she wanna bread so i bust up her welly (what?)
she wanted more so i bust up her chevy
you-you know i’m toxic, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t healthy
i ain’t seen her in days, she say she [?] smell me (at all)
bando be smokin’ backdoor, he deady
still in the hood, catch us by the deli (like)
[outro: bizzy banks]
grrah-grrah, boom
grrah
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