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bandgang lonnie bands – come on p lyrics

[intro]
(come on p)

[verse]
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’
now it’s fifty racks when i lift my wrist up, n+gga
yeah, i got rich on my own, i ain’t d+ck suck
rich as f+ck, still’ll wipe a—
huh, like a n+gga sick or something
keep that rifle on me, n+gga, like i’m deer hunting
put the benz in sports mode, it go two hundred
i keep big pole, you know my fat ass ain’t runnin’
n+gga, run for what?
these lvs ain’t got no crease or no f+ckin’ scuffs
lonnie, what the f+ck you got in your cup?
tell that sh+t i spent your record deal to f+ck my kidneys up
all it took it was a follow back to hit that b+tch you love
knock her down, sixty minutes, ain’t no danny glove
i done really counted five million with these two thumbs
got my young n+ggas hittin’ rims like a hoop run
n+gga, f+ck rap, i just got a deal with nascar
i’m on the road neck+and+neck with dale earnhardt
d+mn, bandman, how the f+ck you do that?
and we ain’t never seen you drive your own d+mn car?
i don’t know, man, i thought you n+ggas knew that
we just drove twenty+four with some black tar
man, where the f+ck my cake, n+gga? call me supergrams
uh, or call me fent clark, n+gga
f+ck it, call me petsmart
n+gga, used to sell cat, now it’s bulldogs
f+ck it, call me kellogg
spoon of gold, whippin’ cheerios with my left paw
but i shoot the chopper right hand, left hand steer
cuban link on south beach, but my wrist surfin’ at venice
i just got the amg just to massage these b+tches
and i’m kod, y’all can’t f+ck with me, time to remind these n+ggas
we used to hit the strip club just to strip somethin’ (strip somethin’)
n+gga, just to strip somethin’ (take somethin’, n+gga)
(just to take somethin’)
now i lift my wrist, that’s a half a hundred, huh
stop flashin’ that lil’ sh+t, n+gga, spend somethin’
n+gga, spend somethin’
flyin’ down our block in that cheap+ass scat’
you must want your motherf+ckin’ whip flipped or somethin’ (n+gga)
[outro]
we back on, n+gga
we back on that
n+gga
got you n+ggas screamin’
got you n+ggas screamin’
“god, can you get my bro back?”
(come on p)
y’all can’t f+ck with me, n+gga, and y’all know that

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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