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bandgang lonnie bands - talk that 2020 lyrics

[verse]
i’ll die over this chain before i tuck it
n+gga, i’ll die a broke rapper before i be a puppet, huh
so much chicken in this b+tch, we can make dumplings
i hit the stage, pop a pill, i’m like david ruffin
f+ck i look like f+ckin’ a b+tch for nothin’, huh?
b+tch, i need a slip or somethin’
so what, you super bad? b+tch, i ain’t mclovin
b+tch, i need my bread, i need my egg mcm+ffin
my b+tch got a new trick, she say he play for the denver nuggets
and she got an old n+gga and i call him benjamin b+tton
i ask baby j why he ride around with the whole hundred
he say he tryna hit legs, head, chest, and his stomach
keep it gangster with me, huh, i’ll keep it gangster too
n+gga, you can’t fake the truth
say you got some k!llers, lil’ n+gga, i’m not amused
boy, i got ’em too
b+tch, you wanna see a legend? i’m the living proof
these n+ggas ain’t with no action, they all digital
these n+ggas, they just talk loud, i call ’em mystikals
until we whip them choppers out and start shootin’ visuals
they done walked the walk, they talk the talk
i guess these n+ggas like just hearin’ theyself
these n+ggas bark bark, no bite at all
it’s like these n+ggas, they be k!llin’ theyself
i got four forty+eight on that digital scale
i got an old prostitute that look like patti labelle
while my old b+tches tell me that i’m dirty as h+ll
huh? and she got p+ssy for sale
huh, i just hit a famous b+tch, huh, with the windmill
huh, dominique wilkins
i just pressed up some fake percs with some benadryl
huh? he don’t know these pills fiction
unc in here whippin’ grams, this h+ll’s kitchen
he got the old recipe, this sh+t vintage
huh, walk in the trap, smell vinegar and chitterlings
the dope smell like vinegar, my fiend in here sh+ttin’
huh, wanna f+ck lonnie bands? it’s a privilege
a lot of these b+tches pay me, but won’t admit it
these b+tches go get boyfriends, then act different
baby, i know you found some romance, but don’t lie on my pimpin’
[outro]
i talk that sh+t ’cause i live that sh+t, shh
hey, i talk that sh+t ’cause i live that sh+t, n+gga, shh
hold on, hey
you fell in love with the b+tch, i pimped on the b+tch
get to runnin’ off the lip, now you got hit, shh
you got to run off at the lip, then you got hit, hah

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