Motown on Fire

Album cover art for "Motown on Fire" by BandGang Lonnie Bands & BandGang Javar

BandGang Lonnie Bands & BandGang Javar - Rap

Motown on Fire

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Duration: 2:23

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[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Don't call my phone talking wreckless, boy [?] Can't stand the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen, [?] Girl chilling, I ain't really pressed to hit it Still dropping panties like it's My city on fire, yeah The streets up in flames Think they got higher When the feds came The city caught fire Took over the rap game But how the fuck they blackball the BandGang? Matter fact, fuck you and your cosign [?] Niggas [?] So many rats, they done turned that bitch [?] [?] My business is my business, don't say a word [?] put me in your paperwork [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] Swiping, no swiper That one [?] prepaid, [?] fire I'm on the road, 'bout to pull an all nighter Bro in the kitchen, but he ain't cooking with [?] Alright, let's be realistic It's been like 50 diss songs, the opps just want attention They bring up Paid in every song, when they the ones that did it He up there beating your man's ass, he know niggas bitches Taking care of grown men, start to stress a nigga They like [?] take advantage if you bless a nigga You can loan your mans something, try to help the nigga Ask for it back, [?] sweating a nigga When I'm broke, I can't focus on the rap shit I was down to a hundred ball, had to stack shit Ain't ashamed to say I was too focused on the rap bitch I got on the road, she somewhere leaching off a new trick

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  • BandGang Lonnie Bands
  • BandGang Javar