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bandingo ygne - shake my hand lyrics

[intro: bandingo ygne & the andrews sisters]
you feel me?
b+tch!
spicy talk n+gga
you like my+, you like my+i, then why don’t you let me know this
(you like my smile, you like my style, well, why don’t you make me know it?)
(you like my walk, you like my talk, well, there’s only one way to show it!)
ooh, crispy baby
(if you want to shake my hand, like they do it in harlem)
you feel me? yea
(stick your hand right out and shout)
yea
(stick your hand right out and shout)
(stick your hand right out and shout)
uh+huh
(gimme some skin, my friend)
you finna die baby!

[verse]
i’ma f+ck this thick white girl and i won’t pull out (nah)
tell this stupid b+tch this family matters, this ain’t full house (nah)
hot head, hot boy, crazy i put shots in you
send you to the hospital, p+ssy i’ma hot hit you
stand over you with the [?] and spread your wings like a mosquito
send a bullet dan marino
any last words chico?
don’t feel like mentioning names, but quick to blow you like i’m rico
i’ma pull up with a mac inside a mof+cking’ peephole
shorty feeling on my muscles and that sh+t feeding my ego
she said “i really love you, i’m a big fan of bandingo”
baby i do not care ’bout that as long as you can deepthroat
me, myself, and i are f+cking these b+tches, we a trio
on the body, you a stickman
i know that you a b+tch man
you hating on me ’cause you see me making them big bands
get shot for all that talking, put a whole inside your headband
headshot, b+tch go tell 2pac that i’m a big fan
yea, my n+ggas in the field, like a haystack
come around us, you gon’ prolly get your brain wacked
yea we stepped on you, and we gon’ do that sh+t again n+gga (ha ha ha)
showed your true colors, you a motherf+cking ham n+gga
all these b+tches mad, got ’em blocking on the ‘gram n+gga
sometimes i think i’m crazy, i’m the f+cking son of sam n+gga
why you talking crazy? you know i don’t give a d+mn n+gga (nah)
you know i don’t give a d+mn n+gga
dj lotion producing, so we is too fire (too fire)
’bout to fly out to puerto rico, then dubai
b+tches tryna suck my d+ck because i’m too fly (too fly)
but they can’t even reach my d+ck because i’m too high
lame n+ggas tryna f+ck my motherf+cking groove up (yea, yea)
nah, nah, nah, sh+t that ain’t happening (nah)
p+ssy ass n+gga got them racky racks
p+ssy you can’t talk to me if you ain’t got a stacky stack (band)
[outro]
you feel me?
crispy baby!
all 2020 b+tch, you feel me, you dig? stupid
f+cking a n+gga momma tho’
yea, yea, f+cking a n+gga b+tch thot
here, take yo’ lil b+tch on
hit her with this mof+cking’ d+ck tho’

- bandingo ygne lyrics

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