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bandgang lonnie bands - r.n.p. lyrics

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[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
b-tch if i go broke would you rob your side n-gga?
thousand pain pills, baby would you ride with it?
you ain’t gotta take your panties, off i’ma slide in it
that lil p-ssy got a little miles, i’ma drive in it
ghetto -ss n-gga, love them ghetto hoes
man i love them ghetto hoes who swiped at them stores
had your baby mama and your lil sister on that road
different state every day, they ain’t never coming home
your -ss owe my loan, ain’t got no provolone
your old -ss over thirty, still sellin’ stones
i can save you any day, i can save you some asian hoes
i’ma raw dog the china, know i can save you some asian blow, ayy

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy

[verse 2: shredgang mone]
two grams of cookie wrapped in the backwood
blue steel chopper on the front but the back wood
did it ’cause i was starving, never had to act hood
like a b-tch with a lace front, get your cat pulled
that last line was a sweet bar
blues under the bed, i’ma stuff it in the g-stars
had your b-tch on the twain, f-ckin’ like a p-star
if that b-tch wasn’t poppin’ no p-ssy then she was slidin’ cards
eighty twenty, i’m gon’ break a b-tch
ho try to f-g with the cash then i’m takin’ it
my daughter and my money, stupid b-tch i don’t play with it
f-ck the feds, know them b-tches watchin’, let the k spit, shred

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy
b-tch you in a real n-gga’s presence, why you fakin’?
lyin’ like she ain’t a ho while she playin’
like she wasn’t on mark twain b-tt naked
like she ain’t f-cked the whole gang, b-tch stop fakin’, ayy



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