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come on p - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

[intro]
(come on p)

[verse]
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’
now it’s fifty racks when i lift my wrist up, n*gga
yeah, i got rich on my own, i ain’t d*ck suck
rich as f*ck, still’ll wipe a—
huh, like a n*gga sick or something
keep that rifle on me, n*gga, like i’m deer hunting
put the benz in sports mode, it go two hundred
i keep big pole, you know my fat ass ain’t runnin’
n*gga, run for what?
these lvs ain’t got no crease or no f*ckin’ scuffs
lonnie, what the f*ck you got in your cup?
tell that sh*t i spent your record deal to f*ck my kidneys up
all it took it was a follow back to hit that b*tch you love
knock her down, sixty minutes, ain’t no danny glove
i done really counted five million with these two thumbs
got my young n*ggas hittin’ rims like a hoop run
n*gga, f*ck rap, i just got a deal with nascar
i’m on the road neck*and*neck with dale earnhardt
d*mn, bandman, how the f*ck you do that?
and we ain’t never seen you drive your own d*mn car?
i don’t know, man, i thought you n*ggas knew that
we just drove twenty*four with some black tar
man, where the f*ck my cake, n*gga? call me supergrams
uh, or call me fent clark, n*gga
f*ck it, call me petsmart
n*gga, used to sell cat, now it’s bulldogs
f*ck it, call me kellogg
spoon of gold, whippin’ cheerios with my left paw
but i shoot the chopper right hand, left hand steer
cuban link on south beach, but my wrist surfin’ at venice
i just got the amg just to massage these b*tches
and i’m kod, y’all can’t f*ck with me, time to remind these n*ggas
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’ (strip somethin’)
n*gga, just to strip somethin’ (take somethin’, n*gga)
(just to take somethin’)
now i lift my wrist, that’s a half a hundred, huh
stop flashin’ that lil’ sh*t, n*gga, spend somethin’
n*gga, spend somethin’
flyin’ down our block in that cheap*ass scat’
you must want your motherf*ckin’ whip flipped or somethin’ (n*gga)
[outro]
we back on, n*gga
we back on that
n*gga
got you n*ggas screamin’
got you n*ggas screamin’
“god, can you get my bro back?”
(come on p)
y’all can’t f*ck with me, n*gga, and y’all know that

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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