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bandgang javar - we can talk lyrics

[intro]
(kmoney made this)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
drums bangin’ like the marching band (graah)
big hollow tips comin’ at your head (boom, boom, bang)
you wanted it with us, now, n+gga, make your bed
’cause when i bump into you, i’ma paint your ass
big money bandgang, f+ck your corporation (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
leanin’ off an eight, b+tch, it look like i’m plankin’
red shirt, red bottoms, i look like satan
you don’t wanna talk money, boy, stop fakin’
blowed off a quarter, sh+t, my eyes stuffed
how the f+ck i’ma get home? b+tch, my eyes shut
let your b+tch push the whip like she on somethin’
and later i’ma f+ck her like she stole somethin’
hermes x gucci, louis and ruccis
four+fives, glocks, rugers and uzis
f+ck with me, we hit the room, get head in jacuzzis
money longer than the clips, this sh+t like a movie
i’m a savage, tote 9s, 30s and chops
keep dissin’ in them songs, i’ma burn your block (up, n+gga)
your b+tch blowin’ up my phone, blowin’ up my spot
she gotta get the f+ck on, she makin’ my sh+t hot

[chorus: bandgang paid will & bandgang masoe]
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
n+ggas know who really gettin’ it
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
[verse 2: bandgang paid will]
i ran through a thirty+ball, i wasn’t smart with that sh+t (at all)
i could’ve stacked it up, i could’ve bought a new whip (i could’ve did a lot of sh+t)
i could’ve got some pills, hit mas and took a trip (what up, bro?)
could’ve got disrespectful and bought an ass [?] (i should’ve did that sh+t, man)
i’m the motherf+ckin’ man and i know i am (already know)
i can touch a hundred bands, b+tch, i know i can
oh, that’s your main b+tch? boy, you know i rammed
we know y’all from way back, y’all some super hams
let’s talk about coupes, i drove ten of those (skrrt)
talk about f+ckin’ b+tches, hit a hundred hoes (f+ck some dots)
bandgang or no gang, my n+ggas really froze (bandgang)
been ballin’ on y’all and we ain’t even grown (we ain’t grown, n+gga)
let’s talk about when uncle p had that black bentley (what up, unc’?)
black n+gga gold wrist, his nickname “[?]” (y’all dumb)
drop bron season, now we f+ckin’ up the city (whole city)
ain’t no n+ggas in my age range f+ckin’ with me (at all)

[chorus: bandgang paid will & bandgang masoe]
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
n+ggas know who really gettin’ it
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
n+ggas know who really gettin’ it
[verse 3: bandgang masoe]
f+ck the broke n+ggas, i’m up now, i get love in these clothes
sittin’ in that jacuzzi with the buffs on, marble on marble [?], that’s money
let’s talk benji, that’s my best friend (n+gga)
i can make twenty in my sleep, better invest, lil’ n+gga
i done spill more pills than you crumb n+ggas seen
and i done sold more m+30s than you broke n+ggas dream
i like cash and big bills so i can stuff it come on
speakin’ in cash, close to nipsey, but my [?]s say you on
on god, and by the way, free hundred bandman milli
and pistol pete with fifty g’s, you broke n+ggas so silly
heard he got ten but ran through twenty before them boys came to get him (came to get him, n+gga)
blue hundreds, purple fifties like a paint just hit me
come get me
ready for alore, b+tch, we got choppers galore
cuz sick the gang just turned his main b+tch to a snore
even z got jesus on, you gotta say, “thank the lord” (amen)
just got a load, two hundred blows, n+gga, pull up to explore, money

[chorus: bandgang paid will, bandgang masoe, bandgang javar]
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
n+ggas know who really gettin’ it
we can talk about money, we can talk about clothes
we can talk about coupes, we’ve been f+ckin’ bad hoes (y’all n+ggas talk stupid)
we can talk about trips, we can talk about blues (y’all know who got that chicken)
gold giuseppes smash the presi’, these thousand dollar shoes
n+ggas know who really gettin’ it
[verse 4: bandgang javar]
talkin’ skywalk, you must confuse you with your mama (silverspoon)
hop out that maybach, doors confuse me with obama (it a presi’)
p+ssy, tell the truth if you gon’ talk about me (and we know the rest)
still to f+cked your b+tch crew, don’t bring her back around
mathematician, talk ’bout more numbers than your math final
we know you ain’t talkin’ money, you just eavesdropping (take a seat)
n+ggas out here twitter thuggin’, tweeting ’bout they problems
to make us like them fireworks, i’m talkin’ pocket rocket
just the other day, a p+ssy tried to test
i called dd for that chop, he called 9+11
i left in that charger, he left on a stretcher
i should be a teacher, p+ssy learned his lesson (lame)
always got them bands on me, thought i told you n+ggas (bands)
instagram’ed a fifty strip just to show you n+ggas (bandlife)
bandgang or no gang, so it’s f+ck you n+ggas (the fam’)
now let’s talk competition, bro, who f+ckin’ with us?

[outro: bandgang javar]
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