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2xkflexx - 10 bandz remix lyrics

(if you travel a few miles down this road you’ll be entering taliban controlled territory)
taliban (taliban)

yeah
10 bands, 10 bands
we in the trap with the mexicans

uh huh

10 bands, we in the trap with the mexicans
if 12 come through, don’t you let ‘em in
cut out the lights, like the president
yeah
10 bands, we in the trap with the mexicans
if 12 come through, don’t you let ‘em in
turn out the lights, like i’m the president

if it ain’t about money it’s irrelevant
they can stay out thе way
what they telling me?
i stay with a k ain’t no sеlling me
you can try like last week
so what the f+ck is a felony
hate on me until the death of me
they want me to die, soon as i die
they gon try to k!ll the rest of me
rest in power ain’t no rest in peace
kept it real until they all deceased
i kept it real ‘til they all deceased
i’m a dog dawg, ain’t no holding me
i’m a dog n+gga, ain’t no holding me
they be like “what’s wrong with d?”
he try to play me, ain’t no hoeing me
so i keep the pole on me
every time i ride he try to blow me
peekaboo
i see you
hit ‘em with that deuce
i got young n+ggas running through the woods
like they some troops
if he try to play we run down on ‘em
hit ‘em with the juice
do a magic trick we call it “jiggaboo”
pop another jugga
pop another molly
he say he want them come try me
have ‘em out his body
he say he real but i know that he fake
i can see it in your eyes boy we can’t relate
i up that b+tch
you started running
tried to hit the gates
sorry dawg it’s way too late
hit his ass up with the k

10 bands
we in the trap with the mexicans
if 12 come through
don’t you let ‘em in
cut out the lights
like i’m the president
yeah
10 bands, we in the trap with the mexicans
if 12 come through, don’t you let ‘em in
turn out the lights, like i’m the president

if it ain’t about money it’s irrelevant
they can stay out the way
what they telling me?
i stay with a k ain’t no selling me
you can try like last week
so what the f+ck is a felony
hate on me until the death of me
they want me to die, soon as i die
they gon try to k!ll the rest of me
rest in power ain’t no rest in peace
kept it real until they all deceased

aye
you know what the f+ck going on
aye
aye
my shooter gone shoot but i don’t need a shooter
you shoot just to shoot we know you not a hooper
im high then a b+tch i be cool then a cooler
you not with the sh+t lil boy stop all that wolfing
i keep me a stick lil boy watch how you moving
glock in my hand i be moving and grooving
you dumb ass h+ll if you think i ain’t shooting
get hit in his top watch it pop he clueless
he wanted to fight but the 9 left him toothless
i get in my mode i go crazy get ruthless
she not sucking d+ck she ain’t sh+t she useless
i’m in the field like a mother f+cking trooper
say that it’s smoke i might slide in a uber
left pocket got money the right hold a rugar
clip holding thirty its long than a ruler
i’m balling like curry the way that i’m shooting
when pop out i hop out with a stick
i up the pole and he froze like a pic
you fold on your bro and you told like a b+tch
i stick to the code they won’t label me snitch
broke hoes do the most always popping that sh+t
run up the score you get popped in ya sh+t
i’m getting dough don’t give f+ck bout no b+tch
me and the money connect like a stitch
he talking smoke bet the p+ssy boy back out
he gone try the run but the nine blow his back
know not to play cause they not imma act out
think that i’m capping come see what the cap bout
watch how i crash out

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