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n0.bands - broeder lyrics

{verse 1: broeder]
yhea, i can’t be with no gang
i’ll be fine just with my fiends
all this money go, huh yhu
all this money go to foreign lands
rollin up the gimbap, yhea
spend this check on foreing lands
and i got this pipe in my f*cking pants (pfff)
came in with that glique
i be sippin on some f*cking red, huh (jah)
i just wanna feature i want nothing back, yhu
i just wanna see you off these f*cking meds, eh

[chorus: broeder]
pumpin at the station, yhea
had me fillin up my tank
now i need that gassin
had me f*ckin toasted with my mans
ain’t got no bands on me
b*tch i can’t be with no gang
ain’t got no bands on me
b*tch i can’t be with no stans (yhea)
pumpin at the station, yhea
had me fillin up my tank
now i need that gassin
had me f*ckin toasted with my mans
ain’t got no bands on me
b*tch i can’t be with no gang
ain’t got no bands on me
b*tch i can’t be with no stans (yhea)
[verse 2: prizmo]
(b*tch i can’t be)
i ain’t got no bands
sh*t that’s a lot
i got twenties, tens, fifty, hunderds
on my f*cking mind
i’m mortal combat ion that b*tch
if i pullup i brake her spine
i love taking chances every single day
i roll that dice
i got dufflebags filled up with bands
is [?] one telling me
she love me like i give a d*mn
randy moss when i grab hold that choppa
b*tch is one hand
she want benihanas
she got danny’s in the grand slam
don’t talk to me if it ain’t bout them bands

- broeder lyrics

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