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talk that 2020 - bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

[verse]
i’ll die over this chain before i tuck it
n*gga, i’ll die a broke rapper before i be a puppet, huh
so much chicken in this b*tch, we can make dumplings
i hit the stage, pop a pill, i’m like david ruffin
f*ck i look like f*ckin’ a b*tch for nothin’, huh?
b*tch, i need a slip or somethin’
so what, you super bad? b*tch, i ain’t mclovin
b*tch, i need my bread, i need my egg mcm*ffin
my b*tch got a new trick, she say he play for the denver nuggets
and she got an old n*gga and i call him benjamin b*tton
i ask baby j why he ride around with the whole hundred
he say he tryna hit legs, head, chest, and his stomach
keep it gangster with me, huh, i’ll keep it gangster too
n*gga, you can’t fake the truth
say you got some k!llers, lil’ n*gga, i’m not amused
boy, i got ’em too
b*tch, you wanna see a legend? i’m the living proof
these n*ggas ain’t with no action, they all digital
these n*ggas, they just talk loud, i call ’em mystikals
until we whip them choppers out and start shootin’ visuals
they done walked the walk, they talk the talk
i guess these n*ggas like just hearin’ theyself
these n*ggas bark bark, no bite at all
it’s like these n*ggas, they be k!llin’ theyself
i got four forty*eight on that digital scale
i got an old prostitute that look like patti labelle
while my old b*tches tell me that i’m dirty as h*ll
huh? and she got p*ssy for sale
huh, i just hit a famous b*tch, huh, with the windmill
huh, dominique wilkins
i just pressed up some fake percs with some benadryl
huh? he don’t know these pills fiction
unc in here whippin’ grams, this h*ll’s kitchen
he got the old recipe, this sh*t vintage
huh, walk in the trap, smell vinegar and chitterlings
the dope smell like vinegar, my fiend in here sh*ttin’
huh, wanna f*ck lonnie bands? it’s a privilege
a lot of these b*tches pay me, but won’t admit it
these b*tches go get boyfriends, then act different
baby, i know you found some romance, but don’t lie on my pimpin’
[outro]
i talk that sh*t ’cause i live that sh*t, shh
hey, i talk that sh*t ’cause i live that sh*t, n*gga, shh
hold on, hey
you fell in love with the b*tch, i pimped on the b*tch
get to runnin’ off the lip, now you got hit, shh
you got to run off at the lip, then you got hit, hah

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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