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bando baby - hellcat lyrics

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(hook)
hop out the h-llcat
you hop in scat
we on that real sh-t
we speakin’ facts
shooters on papers them boys trained to attack
you say you got smoke then lil’ bro get you whacked
was off of them percs and sh-t had to relax
my grandma had p’s and yo daddy got taxed
i ain’t never had sh-t swear to god no cap
in the back of the benz with the bands on my lap

(verse #1 bando baby)
pull up in h-llcat 2 on the dash
when i was broke i still had true’s on my -ss
i’m true to the gang i’m true to the pack
you sendin’ some shots and we shoot em’ right back

bando baby i was born in the trap
i stay with the stick like my lips always chapped
double g’s on my pants and you was in chaps
don’t need no advance i been up in my bag

(hook)

hop out the h-llcat
you hop in scat
we on that real sh-t
we speakin’ facts
shooters on papers them boys trained to attack
you say you got smoke then lil’ bro get you whacked
was off of them percs and sh-t had to relax
my grandma had p’s and yo daddy got taxed
i ain’t never had sh-t swear to god no cap
in the back of the benz with the bands on my lap

(verse #2 lil candy paint)
i remember high school when ya’ll n-ggas had laughed
now i’m laughin’ to the bank with a handful of cash
i had fell in love with money when i got off my -ss
i was just down bad with my young n-gga spazz
couple tinted
i’m fly just like lieutenant
and it got no roof in it
but it got yo boo in it
and that b-tch just went missin’
…

- bando baby lyrics

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