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bbq music - lando bando lyrics

[intro]
just land all your beat, not let your b*tch go, n*gga

[verse 1: kasher quon]
this the type of sh*t that a n*gga just to vibe to
ride in the whip, lay back, and get high to
when they see you gettin’ money, they’ll try you
but i don’t trip, i got more sticks than a bamboo

it’s 94 outside, and all the hoes lookin’
it’s a thousand block parties, everybody
grown hoes on my d*ck, ’cause they see me guilty
big busty racks can see why they’re lookin’

take them back to the room, all them hoes f*ckin’
if you gotta play your team, then them hoes stuffin’
ride ’til the wheels fall, man, them hoes comin’
i’m tryna drop an icy chain, i got my nose runnin’

i make bands every day, ’cause i know somethin’
she f*ck a boss, ’cause i can get them to a low number
see i’m up, now this b*tch want my number
but i’ve been contactin’ her since last summer

don’t n0body f*ck with you, you’re a well*known bluffer
and the b*tch you got cuffed, a well*known stuffer
that b*tch dirty, lil bro, i won’t even touch her
she on the tip of my head, expectin’ me to f*ck her
but i ain’t pressed for that p*ssy, ’cause i ain’t no sucker
that’s cool that the n*gga rap, but sh*t, f*ck your brother
’cause i ain’t hoppin’ on the sh*t, i need a couple hundred
[?] i let him hold the hundred

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
baby keep telling me she ain’t no gold digger
’cause i got more money than her old n*gga
said she wanna f*ck with me, ’cause my pole bigger
no one of ones on me, i’m a dope dealer

no one of ones with me, mildly blow n*ggas
young hothead, always with the cold b*tches
i ain’t tryna let it see ’cause the pole with us
no girls in the bar, i poke n*ggas

eighties locked up, ain’t n0body dope dealers
i’d like to play who is you, i don’t know n*ggas
good d*ck make a bad b*tch 304 n*gga
backshots make a b*tch feel like a dope in her

take a b*tch to the room with my family
now she f*ck with the king, think she fancy
lil’ baby go to school, she so classy
come home, through ’em all, she so nasty
baby ass fatter than a b*tch
she know i got hoes, it don’t matter when you rich
swish, i’m in the game, they’re fish
all of my hoes know they can’t give me kiss

this’s the type of sh*t that make you wanna get rich
this’s the type of sh*t that make a n*gga grind
good drip, i could hit a n*gga b*tch
but i’ma hustle, ’cause it’s money on my mind

this’s the type of sh*t that’s gon’ get a n*gga rich
this’s the sh*t that’s gon’ make a n*gga grind
good drip, i can hit a n*gga b*tch
but i’ma hustle, ’cause it’s money on my mind, b*tch

- lando bando lyrics

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