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park itself - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

[intro]
you the best
no, you the best
(come on p)
you are the best

[chorus]
f*ck it, i’ma let the benz park itself, n*gga
pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, n*gga
i’ma get rich and let ’em k!ll theyselves, n*gga
i could take that b*tch ’cause her man the help
i be on that michael phelps sh*t, swimmin’ on the wealth
i be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
on this twenty*four hour drive, i gotta pray first
if you scared, go and get a job, n*gga, go to church

[verse 1]
anti, yeah, i’m on that drank, i got an attitude
whеn birds fly, i can make them motherf*ckеrs chirp too
i’m half*blind, boy, i’m like urkel with a big tooth
i’m that rap god, n*gga, that’ll strip you out your sh*t too
huh, deadstock, put him in a box, knock him out his boots
redeye, 12 o’clock flight, thousand fake blues
mama told me, “make that paper, n*gga, don’t let it make you”
mama said, “any n*gga try to play you, send him to jesús”
counted a quarter mil’ with lil’ cali, that’s my daughter, though
she said she feel just like her daddy with her rollie on
trafficking, man, i’m on my ninety*eighth rodeo
huh, mannequin, man, i left thirty in the louis store
hundred on my head, that let me know you n*ggas real broke
free world, ‘posed to been dead, but you n*ggas choked
[chorus]
f*ck it, i’ma let the benz park itself, n*gga
pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, n*gga
i’ma get rich and let ’em k!ll theyselves, n*gga
i could take that b*tch ’cause her man the help
i be on that michael phelps sh*t, swimmin’ on the wealth
i be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
on this twenty*four hour drive, i gotta pray first
if you scared, go and get a job, n*gga, go to church

[verse 2]
mob ties, bootleggin’ dope, bandman capone
allah, play me like a ho, that’s where you gon’ go
tada, make ’em disappear like a f*ckin’ ghost
drive*by, boy, we slam doors, what the f*ck is those?
shout out to my mexicans, n*gga, for all this coke
shout out to my africans for diggin’ up all this gold
titanic, man, i’m the n*gga that crashed the boat
below sea level with this yacht*master ii on
these rap n*ggas really like my sons, i need a group home
hundred packs in, sorry to my fans for no new songs
bens simmons, twenty*five p’s of that window
boy, all that cloudy*ass ice, you need a brillo
boy, y’all n*ggas been hungry all y’all life, y’all some hippos
uh, this year, i poured forty*nine pints like i’m in frisco
yeah, i’m still bustin’ rhymes and makin’ white flip more
now i don’t nickel and dime every thirty*six o’s
[chorus]
f*ck it, i’ma let the benz park itself, n*gga
pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, n*gga
i’ma get rich and let ’em k!ll theyselves, n*gga
i could take that b*tch ’cause her man the help
i be on that michael phelps sh*t, swimmin’ on the wealth
i be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
on this twenty*four hour drive, i gotta pray first
if you scared, go and get a job, n*gga, go to church (come on p)

[outro]
n*gga, talk that sh*t ’cause i
n*gga
yeah, i talk that sh*t ’cause i

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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