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letra de ip man - yvng bando boy

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[intro]
aight today i’m gonna teach you how to write a bando verse, okay so, what you wanna do is you wanna just act hard and rap about sh-t you don’t do like k!lling people and getting b-tches even though in real life you’re actually a massive p-ssy

[chorus]
aye b-tch!
pop it and lock it
yo body i drop it
yo b-tch she gon’ play with my d-ck like a bop it uh
f-ck it i buy it, i cop it
listen to my flow you ain’t ever gon’ top it uh
speedin’ off whippin’ a rocket
makin’ blue faces [?] uh
got a bad b-tch, demonic
came with the heat like a mo’ f-ckin’ [?]
aye i got a glock in my waist band
i put that stick to his face like mo’ f-ckin’ face paint uh
[?]
cookin’ that fire i feel like a caveman uh
[?] years of yo lifespan
[?] my ride yo b-tch in my left hand, uh, yuh
sink in me, yeah, just likе quick sand
walking around with a stick like i’m ip man uh
[bridge]
you already know that this beat was murdеred by yours truly
dude i swear to god you don’t know what the f-ck you’re talking about
dude i am going to fly all the way back to america just so i can kick your f-cking ass
[?] wha?

[verse 2]
(aye b-tch!)
aye [?] big sticks
run up the bands like some mo’ f-ckin’ [?]
that boy he [?] a lexis
i [?] straight up be restless
stacking my money like tetris
yo b-tch she eat on my d-ck like it’s breakfast
diamonds they drip on my necklace
i’m posted up in j-pan with a wet wrist
cooking a recipe straight for disaster
’boutta pull up [?] call me casper
you could [?] faster
f-ck is yo b-tch [?] caster
n0body ain’t tryna f-ck with the master
b-tch gettin’ freaky i hit her with a pastor
bl!ck on my hip lil’ b-tches i’m blastin’
no [?]
[?]
he want a feature but don’t got no payment, uh, yuh
never give a f-ck about yo statement
break a b-tch [?] like a mo’ f-ckin’ [?]
i’m on your wildest [?]
don’t wanna f-ck so i got a replacement, aye
why a b-tch think he gon’ [?]
yo b-tch she suckin’ i knew she impatient
[chorus]
aye b-tch!
pop it and lock it
yo body i drop it
yo b-tch she gon’ play with my d-ck like a bop it uh
f-ck it i buy it, i cop it
listen to my flow you ain’t ever gon’ top it uh
speedin’ off whippin’ a rocket
makin’ blue faces [?] uh
got a bad b-tch, demonic
came with the heat like a mo’ f-ckin’ [?]
aye i got a glock in my waist band
i put that stick to his face like mo’ f-ckin’ face paint uh
[?]
cookin’ that fire i feel like a caveman uh
[?] years of yo lifespan
[?] my ride yo b-tch in my left hand, uh, yuh
sink in me, yeah, just like quick sand
walking around with a stick like i’m ip man uh