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bandgang lonnie bands - dirty laundry كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
my b_tch sell her p_ssy all day, but to me she a diva
yeah, that b_tch pop p_ssy all day, but that’s my latrina
huh, unc’ been sh_ttin’ in the self all day, huh, yeah, he fiendin’
unc’ been sick all motherf_ckin’ day, huh, he need his needle, huh
in the streets, they call me preacher, huh, lil’ n_gga, i can teach you somethin’
them lil’ n_ggas still on the bleachers, huh, they shootin’ them shots, ain’t hittin’ ’em nothin’, them fools ain’t scored a bucket
them tools too motherf_ckin’ rusty
huh, they ain’t never bust ’em
huh, they too busy duckin’

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, hey
dirty money on me illegal, huh
finna take this sh_t to the cleaners, hey
dirty weapon on me, it’s lethal, huh
finna stuff a 30 up a nina, huh
what’s the last phone? that visa, huh
how many meijers in cleveland?
how many sprints in phoenix?
how many profiles is we bringin’?
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
my brother cook up dope all day, but to me he a chemist
huh, my white boy snort coke all day, yeah, that’s my cole bennett
don’t ask me about no snitches, i don’t know nan nada
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout them lieutenants, i don’t know what scammin’ robbin’
my young n_ggas out tryna earn they stripes, play foul, n_gga, then they whistlin’
hey, my young n_ggas like to shoot twohundred_plus rounds out they strathmore pistols
huh, play with lonnie lonnie and see murder, n_gga, ain’t no limits
huh, play with lonnie lonnie and see that .44 bull dog sick ’em

[interlude: rob vicious]
play with me, i’ma rob you rob you, we takin’ all the bodies
gettin’ too f_cked up, n_gga

[verse 3: rob vicious]
still ain’t no limit, i don’t know what makin’ me vicious
this sh_t i’ve been vicious a minute
talk ’bout the street like you in it, but n_gga, i swear on my street i’m just like the lieutenant, ayy
play, i’ma rob you rob you, we droppin’ all the bodies
gettin’ too f_cked up, n_gga, love my wallet, n_gga, i’m gon’ rob somebody
young n_gga five_star (five_star), feelin’ just like rob van dam (just like rob van dam)
no, you can’t deny that i’m the motherf_ckin’ man, these slow b_tches know who i am (yeah)
lil’ b_tch, i’m cool than a fan
when you make a move, n_gga, gotta move with a plan
young n_gga, but i’m blessin’ everybody i can
eatin’ most, i pop every pill i can
is it just for yourself or you do it for the fam’?
my n_gga, no matter what, you gotta prove it
you gon’ get high on the drugs and gon’ move it (you gon’ get high on the drugs and gon’ move it)
lost in your lies, all i see is the loot
went from a boss to a motherf_ckin’ fat broke
you ever get served on a sk!llet, you abuse it
life is a b_tch, but my n_gga, don’t lose it (don’t lose it, ayy, ayy)
young n_gga big choppers call my favorite gun mini_me
when i turned twenty_one, n_gga, all i had with me glock 23
strap for a hater, got money and i got a few enemies (yeah)
chopper with two thirty sticks’ll f_ck you up
keep that sh_t one hundred ’til my coffin shut
just ’cause you got guns don’t mean you won’t get touched
if that f_ck n_gga say it’s up, then, b_tch, it’s stuck
no mad broad day, these f_ck n_ggas already know what’s up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- bandgang lonnie bands

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