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money - lando bando & the hip hop lab lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
alright, danny g, what up, though?
(it’s a wayne beat)
alright, wayne
(iced up records)
b*tch
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
danny, wayne did they thing on the beat, pay homage
run up in your trap van, i gotta take somethin’
i heard you told on your mans, he got a case comin’
stepped on a brick and broke my ankle, got a brace comin’
buy a plain jane rollie and then throw a face on it

[verse 2: 10kkev]
explosive tips on the glock’, i’m rippin’ straight through flesh
got fl!cked in the whip, they smelled the tris on my breath
fifty*eight hundred on a ‘bow, this is not cookie
i just wanted userssn, i don’t want no [?]

[verse 3: kasher quon]
n*ggas broke as hеll out here, they don’t want no monеy
i paid cash for my srt, i don’t owe no money
h*h*ll*h*ll nah, this ain’t no car note
punched my b*tch dead in her face, now her jaw broke
[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
ayy
he thought it was straight drop but it was bar of soap
i think i’m f*ckin’ on a bum, this b*tch a [?]
i’m a lil’ off beat but they call me the goat
my white fans call me gnarly, they call me dope

[verse 5: 10kkev]
ten g*19, this b*tch brand*new
for anybody who bought some weed from me, n*gga, i hammed you
that’s gorilla glue, that ain’t jungle boys
can’t even cheat on my b*tch ’cause the whip make too much noise

[verse 6: kasher quon]
ars, dracos and glocks, i got too many toys
i told my b*tch i’m chillin’ in the hood with my boys
the b*tch seen me with mike, she said, “is you in ghetto boys?”
then she seen me with krispylife and said, “is you iur?”
how you gon’ slide on me and you don’t got a car?
i don’t drink liquor but i still went in that b*tch and bought the bar
then i woke up the next mornin’ and bought a car
i don’t know if i should pop a perocet or pop a bar

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
ayy
you could use my tag ’cause your sh*t k2
one day, i sold this n*gga some k2
contact this one b*tch like, “what do your face do?”
i’m with iur and wavy gang, i’m with fxce, too
my fiend havin’ withdrawls, they goin’ through phase two
i’ll pull my gun out, but i got a blade too
i don’t need no clout, n*gga, i got a wave too
jody, lil’ jody? i would’ve blazed snoop
[verse 8: 10kkev]
an opp posted up as dead mans, i said r.i.p
my dog a fiend, he’ll rob you for one rp
ran up two hundred down in cali off edd
my girl walked in at thirty*thousand under a christmas tree
it’s a red bottom under my christian loubs
he tried to upload all my music, now he gettin’ sued
i need two thousand for a verse and a video
all my b*tches come from out of town, f*ck a city ho

- lando bando the hip hop lab lyrics

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