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bandgang lonnie bands - get back king lyrics

[intro: bandgang lonnie bands]
hey
(d+mn, bandman, you makin’ beats now?)
hey
i’m the king of my bity, they ain’t know it
hey
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t
spend this sh+t, huh, spend it, hold on
hold on, i’ma
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
(joog)

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (huh, hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
huh, yeah, we blowin’ money fast, huh
all i really got is dead friends (hey)
i pray this money counter don’t jam
huh, you better pray i don’t put it on your head

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, hey, put it on your noggin, they gon’ pop it
huh, put it on your mama and your papa
huh, yeah, i’m famous now, but still a robber
james harden, n+gga, with that pocket rocket
huh, b+tch said she want love, all i want is profit
when i look at a b+tch, all i see is thousands
i’ma send a b+tch to the club, not to go shoppin’
b+tch, i need a whole dub to f+ck, won’t think about it
huh, b+tch, i’m like magic don juan and bumby johnson
together i’ll break a b+tch and k!ll a n+gga for my cheddar
we don’t say that we robbin’, it’s called shred, huh
in other words, we still pullin’ two elevens (beep)
[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
hold on, spend this sh+t, huh, spend this sh+t, get it back (huh, hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
huh, yeah, we blowin’ money fast, huh (hey)
all i really got is dead friends (hey)
i pray this money counter don’t jam
huh, you better pray i don’t put it on your head

[verse 2: naj the shooter]
never ride with the loc’, put them hoes on a mission
rerock the work every spot in the kitchen
freaky+ass b+tch, i’ma make do my dishes
boy, 1k, have them k!llers come and greet ya
unborn child won’t get a chance to meet ya (on god)
ghetto benefits when you locked in with the reaper
i got a pretty bougie b+tch and she thinkin’ she a diva
she a comrade and you thinkin’ she a keeper
n+ggas die every day with guns thinkin’ sh+t sweet, huh?
lions’ den, hungry in that jungle, gotta eat, huh?
b+tch, you know i lie, but they still gon’ believe it
shut the f+ck up and press me, b+tch, or eat d+ck

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
hold on, spend this sh+t, huh, spend this sh+t, get it back (huh, hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
spend this sh+t, spend this sh+t, get it back (hey)
huh, yeah, we blowin’ money fast, huh (hey)
all i really got is dead friends (hey)
i pray this money counter don’t jam
huh, you better pray i don’t put it on your head

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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