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bandgang lonnie bands - shoulda got a verse from drake lyrics

[intro]
hey

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
chase that pack a hundred grams and hit a grand slam
they talkin’ ’bout some street credit, must not know i’m uncle sam
the flakes on the girls so pretty, press that sh+t again
auntie runnin’ out of veins, she shot the needle in her head
auntie, that’s my baby [?][0:22]
know this one fine+ass b+tch, but she a cokehead
she don’t know she get it from my work, i tell her go ‘head
she think that i’m a fake pimp, don’t know i’m the dope man
half a mil’ on the table, sh+t look like a jail spread
put my foot on that dog food and almost lost my leg
shootin’ that chopper at a red light and almost poppеd my mans
hit that crack pipe three times, i pop up like i’m candy man

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
man, huh, n+gga, huh
tryna stack somе crates, you need to stack some pape’
copped a hundred pounds of crank, i should’ve got a verse from drake
from the bubble to the tw+ng, that’s the navy base
i told that b+tch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
n+gga
oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape’, hey
i bought a hundred pounds of crank when i should’ve got a verse from drake
[verse 2: onfully]
serve brown and white, call it gina, pam
if you don’t get that lingo, then your ass just don’t understand
my pistol, use this b+tch to fry n+ggas, call it fully pan
poppin’ with us, got caught up in the loop, it’s a traffic jam
came from the trenches, so happened i made somethin’ out it
your b+tch suck and swallow every day like it’s her assignment
free my brothers out them cells, solitary confinement
fully probably still takin’ hits if i go diamond

[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
if we get two hundred bricks, we can go diamond
i made my college b+tch strip, i call the ho diamond
i white and rose my whole kit, it came from gold mining
you got a b+tch, perform a trick, we call that broke+minded
i just got two bricks of fent’, n+gga, on consignment
the color of ’em off+white like virgil designed it
i might run off on a n+gga, hit him with the heisman
pop an opp with a four+five, i had jordan sign it

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
huh, tryna stack some crates, you need to stack some pape’
copped a hundred pounds of crank, i should’ve got a verse from drake
from the bubble to the tw+ng, that’s the navy base
i told that b+tch to mind her business, hit this nose plate
oh, you tryna stack some crates, need to stack some pape’, hey
i bought a hundred pounds of crank when i should’ve got a verse from drake

- bandgang lonnie bands lyrics

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