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billy madison - ak bandamont lyrics

[ak bandamont, n*gga, i get bands a lot n*gga, you know that]

[intro]
(i’m f*ckin’ up the stove, i’m f*ckin’ up the road…i’m tryna stuff a hoe!)

[verse]
uh, i’m f*ckin’ up the stove, i really had to take a break from rap, i’m f*ckin’ up the road
just got the job, i left the road with percs, i’m tryna stuff a hoe
might take you to the set, when we touch down, get you a bubble coat
i can only serve to big buyers, she pulled 5 strips out on me, she want a seven, you a big liar
i taxed her for a g, she said its gone, she tryna get higher, i stripped the b*tch and slammed her on her sh*t, she had on 6 wires
sh*t, you just a get*byer, she bought the slabs, i’m hittin’ [?] for surely [?]
aye, its asking two numbers, this b*tch done sn*tched the kids, [?] i’m sick, this b*tch a jew plumber
i can [?] the bands off rip, b*tch i’m a jew hustler, b*tch said she finna bring a friend, just bring me two rubbers

i cut the drank [?], its a bow, just give me two*hundred, i’ll stretch a n*gga, on god a n*gga a hoe, cause he got blue [?]
we got a hundred*some straps low, b*tch this [?], my phone slappin’ in rush hour trappin’ bricks, b*tch this jackie chan
locked me up, but couldn’t get my print, i got plastic hands
she said she heard my song and now i’m on her, f*cked her on accident

just walked in the trap, ran up five*thousand on accident
feds hit the trap, flushed the work, it was extravagant
pushed the whip down [?], bend four corners, now i’m on madison
i got the dumb white fiend for two a g, i call him madison

you can tell if, you can stretch the dog, if you check him right
i got my unk, tryna brick of blade, i call him wesley snipes
i hit him for the low, then come back taxin’, with a heavy price
my lil’ cousin said “ak, dog, you know you live a belly life?”

sh*t lil’ cuz, i ain’t even think of it, i know the streets flooded, i got the thing for the cocaine lovers
i sold 10 today, i made a set, got to throw cain lovers
watch your crib inside the morning, and then go k!ll him, now they stay over

i know a n*gga who kidneys bad so we ah trade organs
i’m ah drive a long way, send some kay, f*ck with range rover
b*tch is my fiend, he’s fresh out rehab, i told him “stay sober”
he look healthy, i don’t want to see him like this, for a day longer
finna hit florida, push the whip, out through daytona
i’m tryna push the slabs, it’s gone take long, unless i lay on them
had a talk with my dad, was whipping girl, he had a case on him
my cousin balling in cali, i make bands off putting k’s on him

d*mn, i put some sh*t on him, just wired myself some sh*t while sitting down, i got a bin over
some n*ggas gone go to work, some n*ggas gone flip bowlies
i was on the road, i wasn’t hooping, but i got six trophies

- ak bandamont lyrics

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