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bando b - galore lyrics

[intro:]
it’s bando b
(ohhhh)

[verse 1:]
i trust you to know, how i get money and how we stack dough
these treesha’s keep calling, keep hittin’ my phone
keep servin’ these wops i’m always on roads, he aim for his top watch him grip on da’ pole
shooters they heartless they ain’t got no soul, spin on his block he don’t miss with that pole
this clip so long in this 30 on me that it hang out, she say she gon’ f+ck with me cause i’m sticked up, she f+ck with me i’m goonrich
pop out with 30’s and sticks, aim for his top and make sure you don’t miss
aim for his top and you know he gon hit

[verse 2:]
pop a perc ion feel the pain, i’m in a rari again
she want a rari not friends, she roll her eyes when i hit from the back
in the foreign i’m switching lanes, that n+gga bе capping for fame
fns you know the gang, see fake through my cartiеr frames
n’ i want the money them racks, yeah i want the money the bag, i gotta get straight to the bag
don’t come to me n’ ask what i claim, fns that be da’ gang
shoutout my n+ggas they family, don’t test greedz put you in a strain
and i pop me a perc got me crazy yeah, popped me a perc 3 80’s (nah)
she wanna f+ck with the baby now
hadda hit it one time, now look she crazy’n out
i want the newest of fashion the gold, chanel for my mom and a brand new home
i want them racks so my wallet can’t fold, get straight to the bag get the money galore
[verse 3:]
he don’t want no smoke, this choppa get litty in the back of the rover
hit from the back in my new gucci loafers, bussin’ it down didn’t believe i could show her (nah)
i’m with the gang and we whippin the pot, whippin the kitchen i’m stirring the pot
i’m in the bando it’s getting too hot, big ass 30 that’s a big ass glock
big ass chop that’s a big ass mop, say he gon’ walk us down n+gga you thought
fns gang n+gga watch who you plot, this 40 the reason the block got hot
this 40 the reason the block got hot, say that she love me she cappin’ alot
day n night trappin’ gotta love it or not, 4 in the morning still whippin’ da pot

[outro:]
pop me a perc then i go to the drop, i’m falling asleep but the grind don’t stop
i’m falling asleep but the grind don’t stop (x2)
pop a perc ion feel the pain (x2)
(ohhh ohh)

- bando b lyrics

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