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ak bandamont - mob chronicles lyrics

bro cuttin up, floating the benz, we on the freeway
and if i need a drill done, i’m calling cj
this b+tch think she off the hen, it’s really ej
i’m finna erk and jerk this b+tch, she do what we say
lil dawg, he crossed that line, i ran down on em and caught a replay
tell bro pass me that chop and dawg ran off, we in a relay
half a slab of dope, cut it up twice on every weekday
i was up all night slapping a bag, but i ain’t sleep late
i just cut into this b+tch and told her behave
she dropping tears, start telling all her stories, she wanna be saved
just know you wanna live the life i live, you gotta be brave
this b+tch a sl+t by the age fifteen, she been in three trains
balenciaga suit, dolce gabbana, she want gucci runners
i told her stuff yo kitty up, or you ain’t gettin nothin
my granny tied in with the pharmacy, she was a pill runner
i hit a n+gga from way across the street, i got a real jumper
i put my target on this b+tch , don’t got a wack jumper
you would pull yo gun out and shoot the air, you wouldn’t wack nothin
n+ggas better be lucky you ducked yo head, i woulda wacked something
moby called my phone said gang you lit, you got a plaque coming
gave my b+tch a glock w a switch on it, she a catwoman
i told her how to shoot the strap so she don’t act stupid
and if they pin me on that case, i’m finna act stupid
013, unc caught a rico charge, he had a crack movement
then he showed me a million in all cash, he wanna do somethin
let’s go invest in real estate and get some real money
this n+gga od twice off shootin’ fent, the boy a real junkie
let’s go take a field trip to the v where it get real ugly
right now, i’m wrapping up that crack, come get a real mummy
just kicked a n+gga door, ran thru the back, but i ain’t steal nothin
the girlie kept telling me she fell in love, don’t wanna feel nothin
b+tch why you keep saying you in love, don’t wanna feel nothin
i’m sick, this b+tch ??, i got pills on me
??? b+tch pull off right now , i’m finna drill something
and when they lie behind yo back, the sh+t real funny
i’m on the road to real success, i got a m coming
this sh+t ironic, they stabbed me in my back, but i don’t feel nothin
a lotta sh+t i’m taking to the grave, but never spill nothin
that’s between me and god, forgive me please, i know you feel for me
her ??? broke in as sh+t, them wasn’t real jordans
start flipping that bag, making it flip to get the real jordans
remember we was playing cops and robbers, now its real wars
hit the hd raw, f+cked up my hand, i got a little wart
hit a n+gga drank with rk ? it’s not a real four
this n+gga crying, he asking for his pay back , the n+gga real poor
but i taxed a five feet deep deuce, i know he real sore
if you ain’t tryna live it up, then what you live for
huh b+tch you ain’t tryna let me bash? then what you here for?
limited edition louis sneaks, i paid pills for ‘em
if you love me b+tch, go take a brand new glock, go on a drill for me
oh, you sing b+tch? go sign yo soul away and give me the deal money
a thousand oxycontins, fifty a pop, i’m getting pill money
it’s like diamonds in his t++th, they fallin out, the n+gga grill fugly
you can pick a random b+tch in grand rapids and she will f+ck me
12 b+tch kinda bad with a fat ass but i won’t f+ck her
this city know she got that sh+t, give you a burnt rubber
this n+gga just got stomped out at his trap house, now he a hurt hustler
n+ggas ain’t made sh+t the whole pandemic, cuz you wasn’t a hustler
took him out the game, but he still here, ?? under
minnesota quarterback the brick of dog, i fly kurt cousin
got ?? on me, i’m riding with bald heads, b+tch i’m kirk cousin
why would i pay a b+tch to f+ck but she ain’t worth nothin?
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