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bandgang forever - bandgang javar lyrics

[intro]
bandgang
(ayy, mar, you bounced that)

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
like i read a cooking book, i know how to get that chicken
you must be non*violent ’cause your pieces ain’t hittin’
n*ggas’d rather run off with some petty sh*t than split it
like we don’t get in sh*t in traffic like a gta mission
fruit of the loom, we’ve been on these n*ggas’ ass
n*ggas f*cked they run up like zacari, it ain’t last
when n*ggas ask me for a zip, i get mad
i’m the plug, you shop with me, you gotta buy four hundred grams
you too cheap for rapper weed, think that’s gettin’ taxed
couldn’t get high off what you sell if i spent seven racks
huh, movin’ in the money, you can bring it back
i thought you had that problem, know that black gelato crack

[verse 2: bandgang paid will]
nah, we can’t smoke on this ride
that’s some sh*t in the whip that’ll get us some time
opps sick i’m gettin’ off, they don’t want me alive
and you won’t get another chance for the n*ggas that tried
lil’ bro don’t got brakes, all he know is to slide (skrrt)
we grow up on the six, but brodie bangin’ the five
i can apply more pressure, i’m just takin’ my time
they locked my dog up for ballin’ like this sh*t was a crime
free my n*gga lo deez, they tried to give him a dime
ask the hood ’bout paid if you think that i’m lyin’
they could see we gettin’ money, i don’t care if they blind
this bandgang sh*t forever ’til the day that i die
[verse 3: bandgang javar & bandgang biggs]
n*ggas must be writing books, spend all day behind the keyboard
we live laughin’ with the opps, he in the same morgue
almost, but his pops done pulled a d*mn cord
on the machines, we turn n*ggas into cyborgs (okay)

[verse 4: bandgang biggs]
talk it and i walk it, lot of gangster sh*t
like a dog on a bowl of water, need a major l!ck (i need that)
b*tches see me out in traffic tryna take a pic’
her n*gga want her back in the car, but he can’t make the b*tch (lame)
smack a n*gga in his mouth, he ever disrespect me (stupid)
headshots to the dome, i bet he get the message
this real sh*t is in my blood, it never been a question (n*gga)
i need a half a million dollars up in my possession (yeah)

- bandgang javar lyrics

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