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bandmanrill - don't mix lyrics

[intro]
uh huh, it’s the f+ckin’ bandman
and i’m on some different sh+t, you heard? like, n+ggas really not f+ckin’ with me
for real like, i’m really one of one in this sh+t like, you can’t copy this, on bro
on bro
on bro on bro, on bro on bro
on bro on bro, on bro on bro
on bro on bro, on bro on bro
on bro, on bro on bro

[chorus]
i told my lil bro, when he walk keep that grip near
he tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears
still free bro, he been bagged for like six years
can’t wait ’til he touch down, we get lit, yeah
i told all the doubters i was bound to get rich, yeah
n+ggas they be hatin’ ’cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah (on bro, on bro)
wait, they prolly mad ’cause i prolly hit his b+tch, yeah (on bro, on bro)
why that n+gga mad? i ain’t even hit his b+tch yеt (on bro)
[verse]
told my old b+tches that got new n+ggas, “them n+ggas bozos, mе i am gifted” (yeah)
i thought you knew that but b+tch no you didn’t, b+tch i’m a legend, this sh+t gon’ be written (written)
i remember days i ain’t even have a dollar, now when i pull up to the spot they wanna holla
b+tch i’m feelin’ good, they just freed my bro dollaz, if a n+gga play with his name i’ma slide ’em
b+tch i’m goin’ up, they don’t like that (oh nah)
if a n+gga get up in my way i’ma have to do it to him, better catch him where them flights at (flights at)
he better be tryna get away, i hit him with that 2, only up where his lights at (lights at)
my ex+b+tch play me like a fool, now that lil b+tch mad ’cause my new b+tch like that (on bro, on bro)
and my tape, yeah that sh+t comin’ soon, i been lit since ‘fight back’ (on bro, on bro)
spin on us, we spinnin’ right back (right back)
brodie grinnin’ when he go right up that road, tryna pop him a light pack
n+ggas b+tches, they not like that, on bro, on bro
them bullets hit his body, he can’t fight that
i got me some homies in the can, they comin’ right back (right back)
look, everything i say, they on my d+ck, they gon’ recite that
told ’em to stop dissin’, now that boy can’t get his life back

[chorus]
i told my lil bro, when he walk keep that grip near (grip near)
he tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears (switch gears)
still free bro, he been bagged for like six years (six years)
can’t wait ’til he touch down, we get lit, yeah (get lit, yeah)
i told all the doubters i was bound to get rich, yeah (get rich, yeah)
n+ggas they be hatin’ ’cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah
wait, they prolly mad ’cause i prolly hit his b+tch, yeah (prolly hit his b+tch, yeah)
why that n+gga mad? i ain’t even hit his b+tch yet (yet)
[outro]
on bro, on bro
on bro, on bro
on bro, on bro
on bro, on bro

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