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bandgang javar - big honcho lyrics

[intro]
(lil ron on the track, boy)
bandgang

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
i be noided in the crib layin’ with the strap
so much paper layin’ ’round, look like office max
i made so much swipin’, i quit tryna rap
you like the boy that cried wolf, niggas know you cap
but your bitch hit the sushi cole then fried riced some shit
all the waitress know me, i leave hundred dollar tips
ask for bianca, she can vouch for it
i done blew so much in there, she probably bought an ounce with it
burned my old bin out, got a new method
put an amex in your name, they gon’ fedex it
it be easy, they just ask three questions
i was guessin’ ’til unc’ put me hip to intellus
kinda miss comin’ back from that with ten on me
my face too hot now, i gotta send flunkies
should be more careful where i step, i got this shit on me
i used to take karate lessons, got them fire punches

[chorus: bandgang jizzle p]
you let your bag do the talkin’ when you big honcho
you don’t worry about these niggas when you big honcho
ain’t got no time for these hoes when you the honcho
shit, you always on the road when you big honcho
you let your bag do the talkin’ when you big honcho
you don’t worry about these niggas when you big honcho
ain’t got no time for these hoes when you the honcho
shit, you always on the road when you big honcho
[verse 2: bandgang javar]
niggas do anything for clout, you ever noticed that?
sneak dissin’ me in every song, you should hear they raps
i put him on, he act like he don’t remember that
tell ’em how i made you strip when you ain’t pay me back
tell ’em how you ain’t do shit and you know where i stay
like who wasn’t coppin’ all them pleas, blame it all on tape?
you diabetic, i don’t see you with that cake
show love, but i should’ve knew niggas was snakes
you a silverspoon, i can’t relate, we couldn’t afford much
it hit different when you get it out the mud and you drop buffs
you ain’t have to struggle, you’d never understand that
you be christian, but we know your mama bought that
i don’t never see these niggas on the skywalk
your shit ain’t hittin’, i guess we ain’t got the same sauce
more recipes than martha stewart, all this shit cost
you can’t afford a drip+drop, pussy, get lost

- bandgang javar lyrics

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