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bandgang - ham lyrics

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
yo b-tch messy
fyi i’m the n-gga she been texting
super ham you saving hoes been running to they rescue
reverend, need the collection plate cause i’m a blessing
ain’t friendly, if you ain’t tryna f-ck then why you texting
straight finessing, you ain’t tryna flip your cash why you text me
you think this a scam b-tch you guessed it
feds been watching me like channel 2 i feel the pressure
momma told me go and get a job gave me a lecture
i been stressing, but n-ggas on my head keep me laughing
the movies amc the only time you seen some action
say they don’t really see us in them cars they need some gl-sses
gl-sses, n-ggas say they sn-tched em they be acting
back to your wifey she a runner me and biggs already f-cked her
your man’s told you she was on this d-ck but you trust her
disgusting, she just want a picture in the buffies
bandgang we sh-tting on these n-ggas we need huggies

[verse 2: paid will]
these hoes, they be f-cking with some hams it’s the bandgang baby get a n-gga with some bands
this n-gga starving, walking around looking like marvin in them chargers behind tint, b-tch i’ma baller
these hams, thank god for em though [?] get it rerock like the bro, all in your b-tch phone we be creeping on the low
any problems let me know that’s what i got the sweeper for
it feel good goin out the hood cause it’s scorching on the block
dd trippin riding solo got the 9 in the chop
poured a 8, straight drop that was only 2 pops can’t remember last night,i think i f-cked 2 thots
this sh-t for real finessing and jugging, i need a million
either hate the gang or love the gang, cause we them n-ggas
when it come to getting chicken, you know who really get it we been tearing up the mall so old we been did it n-gga

[verse 3: bandgang masoe]
roller, b-tch i got that roll ask the sweeper
i cook em, b-tch i really bake em like anita
remida, a freaky b-tch from easter should’ve seen it
she suck it, like i forgot to wash it so she clean it
i smoke it, i lost my f-cking mind it got me blowing
a smoker, can’t see this only eighthy so i know it
i finessed the plug for some rocksies and a dub
your b-tch gets super wet because the buffs look like a tub
i hate to let my son see my phone i’m missing juggs
if this b-tch hold this whole thousand i might give this hoe a hug
been finessing since a pup
put me nearer then it’s gone
if you move, rest in peace
that’s another sad song
us broke can you imagine that? n-gga we past that
these n-ggas broke they don’t finesse, we invented that
they don’t know about getting three, hit em for three more back
next ding a call get three more then double that

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