All Eyez On Me

Album cover art for "All Eyez On Me" by BandGang Lonnie Bands

BandGang Lonnie Bands - Rap, In English

All Eyez On Me

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Duration: 2:40

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[Intro] Rappin' my life, nigga (I think the feds is listenin') [Verse 1] My people get money and act like they the only ones I ain't scared to say I blew the money more than once This ain't to say I ain't number two, I'm number one I've been takin' number twos on the broke-ass bums (Shit) Fuck some feelings, I ain't hold my tongue These niggas bitches, you can smack 'em and take they guns I'm quick to line a nigga up and display the drums I can't sweat a bitch, I exercise my thumbs Bitch, I'm Big BandMan, nigga, one of one I ain't sincere, not at all, I'm like Tommy Buns I got rich, rotesha and **** sons, huh Yeah, I run the chicken up, I don't run my gums Ran up a big check, they thought I checked out Put the Benz up to date and brought the Vette out I ignore all the haters, all word of mouth The only reason y'all ain't dead 'cause them feds around [Chorus] Huh, all eyes on me Huh I got all eyes on me Picture me rollin' They shot up my AMG Picture me rollin' Even a headshot can't stop me [Verse 2] [?] poof like all the time, but you can't dare touch him Seen him hatin' long time, in my mind, it's been fuck him My dog took some money on me, I could never trust him He think I'm Hollywood now, he lucky I ain't bust him Whole city wanna kill me, feds want me indicted, damn Nigga Word to my city, and my life got some prices (Damn, what the fuck?) Hey Meanwhile I'm with the Mexican chicken fight I done flew so much work, need a pilot license All eyes on me Got me ridin' with assault rifles, huh They've been hatin' on BG, SG They wanna see me D-I-E Before y'all see R.I.P on my name Y'all gon' be screamin' free me I don't know who to trust Somebody close fluke as hell, damn I'm really playin' with a million-plus (Boy) We ain't worried 'bout no bale, damn We really sell twenty birds a month I don't even know how to work the scale, nigga My stash really look like your record sales (Boy) Now go and gossip that Huh, all eyes on me Where your binoculars at? All eyes on me, BG, SG, they sick we back (They sick we back, nigga) They got they eyes on me The mind on them racks, huh They got they eyes on me They like, "Lonnie, where you've been at?" Got my dick in your freak, go and tell 'em that Forty thousand every week, go and tell 'em that (Nigga) We've been puttin' niggas to sleep, go and tell 'em that

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  • BandGang Lonnie Bands