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wrong with me - bandgang lonnie bands & bandgang javar lyrics

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]

turned down another deal, hey
f*ck wrong with me
i just left fairfax with a pole with me
i just left [?] with a real hoe with me
real hit man, worth a mill dawg
before i ever did a scam, i sold some pills dawg
i’m a real artist, my dawgs k!ll though
you better chill, bruh

[verse 2: bandgang javar]

i just took another hit
what’s wrong with me?
glizzy on my hip, i’ll take a n*gga soul with it
choppa get to singing n*ggas songs, keyshia cole with it
wake up, brush my t**th, wash my face and grab my pole, n*gga
way before [?] got off parole, he kept a pole with him
glock 27, you know we love them 4*0’s, n*gga
while we was sn*tchin’ glasses, y’all was doing the heel toe
n*ggas ain’t no opps, n*ggas just some real hoes

[verse 3: shredgang mone]

i just bought a new rollie
f*ck wrong with me?
jackboys hit the party, taking jewelry from these hoe n*ggas
i’m too yellow and skinny not to have a big pole with me
one man army, shoot the glizzy like i’m kobe
choppa get to kickin’ n*ggas, that’s jack chan
and i keep breaking these b*tches, i can’t stop getting them backends
let the choppa speak, these p*ssy n*ggas better act dead
two hundred shots, ridin’ when we came in with savages
[verse 4: bandgang lonnie bands]

my n*gga still taking sh*t
man what’s wrong with him?
and your man shootin’ in the air, he brought a drum with him
come get a big ass circle in that vlone, n*gga
f*ck y’all rap n*ggas, i got my own n*ggas
your dawg coulda had a body, but he froze, n*gga
n*ggas hate my ttl n*ggas, they hoes, n*gga
lay on that floor, n*gga, huh
gimme that gold, n*gga, huh
or you get smoked, n*gga, huh

[verse 5: hp jrock]

big 4*0 with me, it stay by my side
call up [?], i know he gon be the first to slide
i be searchin’ for the opps, where them n*ggas hidin’?
we the reason that them n*ggas never come outside
don’t get hit with this glock, it ain’t no comin’ back
we really lookin’ for the opps ’cause this sh*t more than rap
hop out on a p*ssy ass n*gga, “gimme that”
n*ggas callin’ for they sh*t but they can’t get it back
choppa get to kickin’ n*ggas round, feel like bruce lee
and that b*tch got a 100 rounds, can shoot a movie
they don’t want no smoke with us ’cause these n*ggas coochie
[?] got my neck iced up, i feel like gucci
and my pockets filled up with paper, ain’t talkin’ loose leaves
[verse 7: tto javi]

i ain’t talkin’ ’bout construction paper, i got blue sheets
like a dyk*, i gotta take the strap to get some coochie
i don’t feel safe danglin’ 20 g’s around no groupies
i smell p*ssy
i took dawg sh*t, made him strip bare booty
he been twitter thuggin’ ever since, dawg goofy
still be at the corner off of mark twain, why you ain’t shoot me?
the feds ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you, you ain’t touch 50
every time i leave the house, the narcs f*ck with me
off*white hoodie cost 650
but i’m pushin’, really i ain’t pay one penny
7.62’s hit him, he gon be like “huh?”
detectives ask me ’bout the shootin’, imma be like “huh?”
when my lawyer get me off, they gon be like “huh?”
while i’m in the foreign laughin’ like “hahahaha”
bandgang

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