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bandgang biggs & bandgang javar - blues lyrics

[intro: bandgang paid will]
hittin’ them blues, n+gga (yeah)
still countin’ them blues, still gettin’ them blues (dada, meech, bandgang)
still countin’ them blues, n+gga

[verse 1: bandgang paid will]
still gettin’ them blues (yop)
mix ’em up with them reds (yeah)
hundreds mixed with them fifties, b+tches love the way they spread (ayy)
only hang with the bosses (ayy), hoes know how we layin’
i said i’m done pourin’, but f+ck it, i poured again
lost a few of my n+ggas, i’m never gon’ get ’em back
dogged out n+ggas’ b+tches, ain’t keep ’em, i gave ’em back (huh?)
every time you heard me rap, always stated them facts (word)
still collectin’ them dubs, them blues, i let ’em stack (n+gga)
sometimes feel like a h++rder, i’m spendin’ this old money (n+gga)
i’m addicted to trappin’, my mans a road runner
my n+ggas is break solid, my mans, he told somethin’
i can put that on somethin’, i never ain’t told nothin’
came up in the bronx (bronx), still be through the bronx (bronx)
still the same n+gga, it’s never ever gon’ stop
this one right here for dots, drop a deuce in my pop
i’m hustlin’ every day (b+tch) until i cop me a drop

[chorus: bandgang paid will]
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
b+tch, i’m overseas comin’ to america (i’m overseas)
heard daddy got them squares, n+gga, i might marry her
ain’t n0body finna touch my n+ggas, look, i’m tellin’ you
let a n+gga f+ck with us and, n+gga, we gon’ bury somethin’
let the boogeyman get you if you try to stump (don’t play)
i make ’bout five bands a month, but, sh+t, that’s not enough (at all)
thinkin’ you gon’ slow me down, i think you out of luck (goofy)
chopper scoopin’ n+ggas up just like the garbage truck
i ain’t tryna start no records, that chopper for protection
n+ggas be talkin’ down on me, i gotta have that weapon (uh+huh?)
i’m chillin’ with my n+ggas, we just smoke by the seven (bold)
i couldn’t plan this life, man, this sh+t was supposed to happen
i’m rollin’ with that p+90, n+gga, this b+tch big fire
i’ll open your ho ass up if you out here tryin’
i be scorin’ like the ’95 49ers
touchin’ down runnin’ to that check, f+ckin’ n+ggas’ wifies
are you hustlin’? but broker than my young n+gga (stupid)
gotta be stackin’, can’t be trickin’ it off with these b+tches (goofy)
three months, hundred bands, that’s an easy mission
put your mind to it and always make a smart decision

[chorus: bandgang paid will]
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
ayy, ayy, ayy
n+ggas makin’ fake m 30s, f+ckin’ up the game
greyhound got two, i threw that b+tch on that train
atl n+ggas love that gas, b+tch, i brought that propane (ayy, ayy)
we go dance on that dog food, this the soul train (ayy, ayy)
my first hundred thousand was blue hundreds, n+gga, that’s on my daughter
n+gga have marktwain rock it like the f+ckin’ cart
everybody bosses in my crew, bunch of ninos
all y’all broke tough n+ggas bunch of deebos
you the type of n+gga see a b+tch and whip your paper out
i’m the type of n+gga put that lil’ b+tch on the paper route (lil’ n+gga)
i’m the type that got your baby mama on my program (lil’ n+gga)
i’m the type to take the baddest b+tch from the dope man (lil’ n+gga)
blue benjis, n+gga, what i’m holdin’ (what i’m holdin’)
got the strap in my hoodie with some holsters (f+ck is a holster, n+gga?)
old hundreds, n+gga, n+gga, that’s what we blowin’ (that’s what we blowin’, n+gga)
all this bread on me, b+tch, i brought the toaster (i brought the toaster, n+gga)

[chorus: bandgang paid will]
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga (rip dada)
we still gettin’ them blues, we still countin’ them blues
we still gettin’ them blues, n+gga
[verse 4: bandgang javar]
still got them blues like i make jazz music
that sh+t you brag ’bout stackin’, i know kids blew it
give me a second, i just ran through it
you probably wanna set me up, mmm, i wouldn’t do it
way 224s with the blue tips, these fn bullets
i don’t care what he hidin’ behind, these b+tches goin’ through it
your mama want you out her house, she been goin’ through it
boom keep shootin’ that b+tch up, i know she tired of movin’
you’d get blew like a crip jumped you in
it cost me ten, but i ain’t trip, made ten again
made ten fifty in one store, the feds gave him ten
all visa classics, we the reason you can’t use that bin
i don’t lie in my raps, b+tch, check my paperwork
paid seven, rolled ten, i ain’t never perp
i tried the legal route, but clearly that ain’t work
in sprint with three ids, they all say clearance birtin

- bandgang biggs bandgang javar lyrics

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