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dwight howard - lando bando lyrics

[verse 1: babytron]
bro on the block with the white, so he ball like howard
skinny jeans on, do my dance, feel like austin powers
[?] saw my t*shirt, and thought that i was [?]
know i’m high as h*ll, if you can’t tell, b*tch, i’m off the [?]
fendy monster, yeah the t got eyes everywhere
play with me, shoot him in his limbs, till there no air in there
[?] pushed d*mn near every pare
i ain’t hiding, you can catch me d*mn near everywhere
[?] plugged in like usb
i think he mad at me cause she choosing me
foreign punches, made a k!lling off of 2 of these
i’m talking 2 a piece, hit sacks for the newest sneeks
[verse 2 ?]
this sh*t getting dramatic, b*tches waving when we pass by
i’m a player, cross my heart and die, i ain’t about the lie
everr since a younging, been a hundred, just that type of guy
baby blew me like the windy city, she was acting shy
[?] sleeping on the mattress, gotta stay active
a lotta n*ggas clame they want a bag, but we just [?]
i ain’t tricking on you silly rabbits, i’m a true classic
ain’t no [?] creating bad habbits
this is why we ball in such a fashion
bunch of [?] rappers, try to convince the world is mine and i gotta have it
everything a n*gga do is [?]
put the plan together, we done did it, i’m the [?]

[verse 3 ?]
she just sucked the soul up out a n*gga, man this b*tch [?]
[?] lil b*tch sloppy [?] suck it up [?]
she wanna make some money [?]
she ain’t used to this, now i got her trapping, making money
i’m quick to put a b*tch up on [?] she on her way now
i’m quick to let a n*gga catch a round, come get a [?]
i keep my n*gga [?] with me, i’m who they spray [?]
i heard a n*gga talking ’bout [?] watch how this [?]
he say he live that thug life like he pac, gon’ get popped
[?] slide down n*gga’s block [?]
[?] pressed us
[?] put a n*gga on a stretcher, and get him boxed up
[verse 4 ?]
[?] d*mn i love that feeling
[?]
i don’t need no n*ggas, coming [?] n*gga
and i hit your b*tch like [?] i don’t remember
these hoes ain’t loyal, chris breezy tought you that
[?] grab the pole, [?] tought me that
ain’t f*cking with [?] tought me that
[?] them pieces tought you that
n*ggas rap, better take care of they kids
[?]
talking cash, but i know what paper is
[?] but ain’t making more than lift

- lando bando lyrics

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