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bandgang jizzle p - rooster talk lyrics

[hook:bandgang biggs]
catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
take that n-gga life until the mag jammed
move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f-ck you n-ggas talking bout, real bag man
meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
why yo n-gga talking bout how he done had bands (f-ck outta here)
we don’t wanna here that boosting talk
f-ck a chicken lil n-gga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
you got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
if you got chicken n-gga welcome to that rooster talk

[bandgang aj]
swiping with them k!llers, they itching, they on a [?]
master [?] , them withdraws a b-tch
40’s with the beam, extendos all in the b-tch
i’m in the hood with that sh-t
corn looking like a brick n-gga
money counting, steady cl!cking
rooster got me limping, money
louie’s ain’t got strings, so these hoes ain’t tripping
i ain’t sweating a b-tch, not from afar
i got that old macdonald on me b-tch
welcome to the farm

[bandgang biggs]
i open my eyes, look at my watch, im whipping these spots
say yo cop, bettern’t f-ck up, these n-ggas the cops
i’m father glock
i’m tuckin and duckin, i’m letting off rounds
sweating off pounds, that’s how sh-t be when you letting off rounds
i play on the block, swiping my sack, this sh-t is so hot
but if i should stop, then i won’t eat, b-tch i rather not
b-tch i rather die, that’s how sh-t be, put it on god
bandgang broke, now that is a joke, put it on yal
b-tch

[hook: bandgang biggs]
catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
take that n-gga life until the mag jammed
move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f-ck you n-ggas talking bout, real bag man
meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
why yo n-gga talking bout how he done had bands (f-ck outta here)
we don’t wanna here that boostin talk
f-ck a chicken lil n-gga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
you got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
if you got chicken n-gga welcome to that rooster talk

[bandgang masoe]
loaded and its going out of east oakland
still thugging, thousand miles away with strap pokin
46 in 2 liter, don’t know where i’m going
but i’m still going b-tch, driving goo goo where we goin?
making home feel like i scored and done went touched down
when the shot, last seconds sc-m, this rolli bust down
pay rent, threw a couple pounds of that good sound
catch me off coast, in family coven, b-tches love our style
little n-gga 17, he don’t budge a smile
talkin all loud gone get you hit all in yo f-cking frown
making money clean, money never count the dirty
love my brother dirty, we run hoes like kentucky derby
n-ggas selling hit juice, sh-t pink as kirby
dd just got 30, he ain’t guap no more, his strap curry , money

- bandgang jizzle p lyrics

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