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bandingo - blow your top (prod. trill vice) lyrics

[intro: the andrews sisters & bandingo]
buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
i ain’t, i ain’t been in the studio for a while
the monkey thought that everything was on the square
you finna die baby!
the buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
yeah
the monkey grabbed his neck and said “now listen, jack”
straighten up and fly right
fly right, fly right
straighten up and fly right
fly right, fly right
straighten up and fly right
cool down, papa don’t blow your top

supa

[verse 1: bandingo]
don’t blow your-
play stupid, i play dirty
hands on like [?] (like lilly)
i got the sauce and you got the juice
n-gga we don’t got the same fluid (noo)
foofoo your whole gang ‘tupid (‘tupid!)
digital you n-ggas can’t do it (look at it!)
bullets go straight through his hat
had that n-gga doing that cray movement (cray!)
i ain’t got time to cry today
don’t-give-a-f-ck, vibe today
i’ma finger-paint myself just to put a bullet hole inside my face (blah!)
time is valuable, and i ain’t really got it down the ways
grab up her tiny waist, (uh)
then she ride my face (ooh)
i’m a grimey ape in a shiny cape with a lotta cake (alot of money)
pick-up-truck how she back it up
bih’ rocking like metallica (metallica)
got a cricket like the mississippi or the congo river out in africa
i was never good at algebra but i like it when my money addin’ up (when its adding up)
this money be flippin’ itself, while i keep my feet up like a mafia boss (where my money?)
i see these p-ssy–ss n-ggas runnin’ around trynna copy this off me (they copying)
see my shooter then you then the shotty went off
pick up the body and drop that sh-t off
that’s my king and i ain’t gotta player, but i will cus’ i can
you finna die baby!

[bridge: the andrews sisters & bandingo]
straighten up and fly right
fly right, fly right, fly
straighten up and fly right
fly right, fly right
it’s a bird it’s a plane!
straighten up and fly right
h-ll nah, it’s bandingo!
cool down, papa don’t blow your top

[verse 2: bandingo]
don’t blow your top!
her mood swinging like a pendulum (pendulum)
i ain’t trippin’ i know it’s the hormones
she just need a little act right
so the neighbors boutta hear this wh0r- moan (uh-huh!)
never tell the boys the next move, that’s cl-ssified information (information)
if i tell my n-ggas that we gotta play they better get in formation (yeah!)
startin’ sh-t like conan, or afghan, i’m a madman
cool n-gga frosty the snow man, please act up, i’m a showman
(imma show you!)
showboating like a showman
trynna preach but your -ss a whole fan (whole fan)
you don’t really wanna go down that road
like rosecrance you got no chance (n-gga!)
i sense lies like a polygraph
in the zone with the hockey mask (hockey mask)
b-tch deep-throat my blowpop, i ain’t got time to lollygag (no time to lolly)
pull up a whole bunch of choppers kicking, is it a gunfight or a karate cl-ss?
[?]
pop a tag, whole lotta cash
baby got a whole lot of -ss (yeah)
you b-tches stay up in the shop (she bad!)
don’t worry if the bugatti crash
hop on my back, girl you know i’m fast we gon’ fly away
got a whole lot of swag, they trynna copy
but they don’t know how to play

[outro: the andrews sisters & bandingo]
straighten up and fly right
fly right, yeah, fly right, fly
straighten up and fly right
fly right, yeah
straighten up and fly right
ooh
cool down, papa don’t blow your top
don’t you blow your f-cking top!
you finna die baby
god bless you man
we ain’t worried about the comments
yeah, ooh, yeah, sh-t, b-tch!

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