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ak bandamont - bald heads lyrics

[verse]
four+five, glock 10, hundred shots hit all heads
fmgs, the bald heads, give that boy a bald head
ain’t n0body turned the streets like me, it’s with the lost head
and i’d sell the cocaine to my granny, i need all bread (rrr)
i need all bread
b+tch, i’d sell the granny, that b+tch shut up the dog food in the party and did the panoram (she did the panoram)
we dropped that n+gga where he live and put him in the attic
you’d never see a hundred thousand, n+ggas hustle backwards
i’m finna go f+ck a bank up and then hustle after
b+tch, i’m finna go and post up shop so we can f+ck after
pull my d+ck out and smack her cheek and makе her suck after
and when i touch a couplе m’s, might say, “f+ck rappin'” (might say, “f+ck rappin'”)
nah, this sh+t kinda be fun, i might stick to it (yeah)
i just got a mini drac’, it got a kick to it (yeah)
you boys don’t live the sh+t y’all rap, so i don’t listen to it
i got her wetter than a pool, i’m finna swim into it (i’m finna swim in you right now)
i think i can hear the water fallin’
i ain’t had no karo left, so i put water on it
my fiend was tryna sniff the dope, i threw a dollar on it
i’ve been f+ckin’ ’round with that dog, i threw a collar on it (yeah)
yeah, i done f+cked around and broke the collarbone
i was runnin’ through badge, go and reup, posted on cottage grove (on cottage grove)
and i’ll wipe a n+gga nose, i got a snotty nose
i bet one shot’d take your head off, you know how shotty blow (you know how shotty blow)
remember i burnt myself out on biscotti blow
i made a k!lling in the ten, i don’t know gotti, though
i can do four hundred in that benz, but i’ma drive it slow
n+ggas talkin’ tough inside they songs, they mans dyin’, though
i just put some red on a b+tch head, but she ain’t dye it, though
just turned slow it down the way i eat, i ain’t gon’ diet, though (i ain’t gon’ diet, though)
ha, nope, i ain’t gon’ diet, though
b+tch, i’m off a perc’ and three e’s what you gotta know
b+tch, you gotta leave the crib right now if you ain’t got a throat
bro just got the drop on an opp block, so know i gotta scope
i put a hundred in that b+tch, so now i gotta throw it
i’ll put a n+gga in the dirt, show me my opponent
n+gga, go and call your brodie
go ask about me in your hood, i bet they all know me
bro threw me the ball for the last shot and then i called kobe (swish, swish)
b+tch, i think i got trophy
and i brought h+ll to my city, all the cops know me
runnin’ red light blowin’ backwoods, it got it all on me (yeah)
that mean i got the ice, doggy and crack, i got it all on me
(oh, you ain’t know what i meant, n+gga? i got it all on me, n+gga)
(ice, doggy and crack, it’s all on me, n+gga, yeah)

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