Greatest Bome Back

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BandGang Lonnie Bands - Rap, In English

Greatest Bome Back

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[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Free the robbers, nigga, huh Hey Hey [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] If she can pack the 'bows, curl your toes, that's a trophy If she put you on the floor, it's on the floor for rollie pollie Rollie strike me up a whole nine, I'm tryna hit a bogie You ain't gotta keep your ho in line, ho, when you mack like Goldie Concrete ya 'cross the state lines, I got that shit from Boldy Lil' mama [?], she be ventin' to me when lil' baby blow me Bake the fish, always think with his dick, kill your Tenderoni Sit in the bird's nest, birdbrain, before it's chicken on it I'vе been in the field since tеnth grade like I'm pickin' on it Before I slam dunk this Eddie Kane, I gotta dribble on it Make sure that somebody at the crib want a bag unloaded You ain't gotta sign your name for real, just put a scribble on it Should've got a Coca-Cola deal from how I bubble from it Rich and dangerous, that's how we live for real, this shit all Cosa Nostra I can tell your bag light as hell 'cause you sittin' on it Oh my God, this bitch ass fat as hell, I can sit the pistol on it Oh my God, that pussy good as hell, make a living from it Put her on the scale from one to ten, that pussy in the hundreds I'm goin' deep up in them guts, I see them ribs huffin', puffin' I go deep and wind it up, she yell out, "I can't stop cummin'" [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] It's Big Unk with the drum, niggas know I start a band up Hit him with that 7.62, now he can't stand up That's an and-one, him and his mans, niggas playin' dumb With that pistol, I'm elite, shoot that bitch like Trae Young Online like a box-and-one, niggas know I ain't boxin' nothin' Only time you see me pourin' drank is when I'm droppin' somethin' Somethin' like a nigga favorite barber, tryna line him up (Stupid) That motherfuckin' switch go off, he ain't got time for nothin' Slam dunk some dog food, pockets stuffed with all blues (Yeah) Never go against the fuckin' family 'cause we all troops (Dumbass) Sayin' you gon' dog who? We'll put it on your head, nigga (Stupid) Got a Backwood rolled up with all they dead niggas Pistol in the party, bitch, I'm known to shoot the scene up To any lil' broke-ass nigga tryna mean mug (Yeah) That glizzy come out, turn a tough nigga teacup Sharpshooter aim with that Glock, bitch, I'm D1 (Shred)

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  • BandGang Lonnie Bands
  • ShredGang Mone