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glitch - lando bando and the hip hop lab lyrics

[intro: babytron]
sh*t, that’s a danny g beat
yeah, i see you, stan
what up, lando?
what up, rich?
aye, yeah, sh*ttyboyz
it’s lando, yo b*tch know, don’t let yo b*tch go, n*gga

[verse 1: big money rich]
two perc’ 10s make her bend over
bands make these hoes wanna bring they best friend over
found another glitch then i ran off with it
caught another blitz but kept my hand off it
i’ma call you right back, i got a ounce to bake
aye, n*gga, turn that sh*t down, i can’t concentrate
i inherited a block that move ounces daily
i had a five year run before the cops ever ate me
yeah, spectacular
b*tchеs wanna bite down on me like thеy dracula
after i hit her one time, i give her back to ya
please keep that b*tch on a leash, i’m d*mn near begging ya
my mans down the way, he d*mn near made the news
no [?] he down there making food

[verse 2: babytron]
yeah
big ‘rillas bape’d up, b*tch, i can’t hang with you
ninety*nine percent of hoes trife, can’t put a name on you
they telling fairy tales about tron, that’s what the fame’ll do
i’ma cut you off at the head, i see the snake in you
my hitman’ll knock the dreads off you, that’s what pape’ll do
talking ’bout the f*cking taliban, pull up with k’s and shoot
she gave me head ’cause my name buzzing, i ain’t make a move
got a couple pretty b*tches that’ll set the play on you
yeah
f*cking on yo b*tch from the back, ‘miris pulled down
made her suck the d*ck and the chain ’cause i got pull now
i can have my shooter if he pull ’round
2021, beep*beep when i pull out
wish she would now, big drakie with the ‘wood on it
unc’ got that on the stove, finna cook on it
godd*mn, why the f*ck he put his foot on it?
bin reaper, fire bins, see a reader, whoop on it
[verse 3: big money rich]
i caught a million dollar jugg, i put the hood on it
could’ve hit you with that head juice, it taste good on it
aye, you gon’ sh*t good off it
these hoes’ll never get a ring like charles barkley
all these bands so good, he could swipe a harlet
in the intercontinental, valet parking ‘raris
i want some vegan type sh*t, she want calamari
b*tch, you ain’t from detroit, yo p*ssy kalahari

[verse 4: babytron]
foreign kicks on, pull up sparking sh*t like gallinari
lil’ bro don’t go to school, he kicked out for sn*tching cartis
i’m a motherf*cking stack packer, you gon’ have to guard
a hundred weapons scat around the spot, we can match the army
off*white, touch a fabric on you, choppa back you off me
hutch got my piece on dance mode, feel like a jabberwocky
better shoot that text to my phone, you ain’t have to call me
b*tch had me out my element, now i’m back to balling

[outro: babytron]
yeah, b*tch, yeah, now i’m back to balling
better shoot that to my phone, you ain’t have to call me
yeah, like i’m gallinari, b*tch
sh*ttyboyz, sh*ttyboyz, sh*ttyboyz
yeah, b*tch
you know who the f*ck it is, babytron
sh*t, that’s a danny g beat

- lando bando and the hip hop lab lyrics

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