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ak bandamont - land rover lyrics

[intro]
i was just playin’, man, you feel me?
hah
yeah

[chorus]
they got my dog on twenty+three and one, he got a call collected
every day, i wake up pourin’ up purp for my dogs in heaven
my fiend bangin’ my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
i cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
i just ran out of wockhardt, thank god we got techy
i can shoot the fn with my right hand, but the glock lefty
b+tch hope that don’t get d+ck, she called the cops at me
if i was an eighties’ baby, i’d be f+ckin’ a b+tch in a box chevy

[verse]
i told her, “pull up to the crib”, and bring her friend over
i whispered in her ear, said, “come with me”, then made her bend over
i just made some sh+t that i can’t count, i need a land rover
f+ck it, i’m finna go and buy ten cribs, i’m finna landlord it
two hundred thou’ stuffed in a sofa, i’m a big h++rder
i’m finna take lil’ girly out to miami, we had to skip georgia
i just bought a bulletproof, it got a clip holder
i’m waitin’ for this n+gga to come home and up stick on him
feet kicked back, view of the ocean, sh+t comfort me
you struggle to run up a fifty+ball, i do it comfortably
i’ll get you a hundred off your credit, wanna come and see?
i just f+cked a b+tch in the ocean, i’m finna cum in sea
and once i’m loaded, i shoot out the way
i just robbed a n+gga on the first shot, you shootin’ out the way
you ain’t never had to vacuum seal and travel with a pound of yay
n+ggas goin’ on fifty, beg for a front with no house to stay
i just had a b+tch fly in, here go a house to stay
i’m tryna hit the stu’ and get backwoods, but it’s miles away
i’m finna drop a n+gga on an opp block, then hit the house and pray
my lil’ n+ggas spend five thousand at the house of dank
right now i’m runnin’ with the pounds, so the car stink
i’m finna cop a 41, it got a large face
i’m finna dump a body in the ocean like shark tank
lil’ girly wasn’t on sh+t, b+tch, go do somethin’, we gotta part ways
[chorus]
they got my dog on twenty+three and one, he got a call collected
every day, i wake up pourin’ up purp for my dogs in heaven
my fiend bangin’ my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
i cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
i just ran out of wockhardt, thank god we got techy
i can shoot the fn with my right hand, but the glock lefty
b+tch hope that don’t get d+ck, she called the cops at me
if i was an eighties’ baby, i’d be f+ckin’ a b+tch in a box chevy
they got my dog on twenty+three and one, he got a call collected
every day, i wake up pourin’ up purp for my dogs in heaven
my fiend bangin’ my line at 10 a.m., he need dog for breakfast
i cut and sold brick this morning, but it all was sketchy
i just ran out of wockhardt, thank god we got techy
i can shoot the fn with my right hand, but the glock lefty
b+tch hope that don’t get d+ck, she called the cops at me
if i was an eighties’ baby, i’d be f+ckin’ a b+tch in a box chevy

- ak bandamont lyrics

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