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bando bandz - back on my feet lyrics

ayyeee ayee bando b-tch fu gang, aye shout out boii ayeee
aye shout out boiii, ayee

aye, lil b-tch i’m back on my feet
you ain’t water whipping you not in the kitchen little n-gg- how you gone eat?
trynna run up a sack, ain’t looking back like i’m trynna get away from da police
if you thinking its death put the nick to his neck and i bet he be calling for peace
yeah, they took a few bosses, i took a few looses but i ain’t gone can call that defeat and my daddy was dead and i ain’t had no bread so i had to fall in these streets. but, my momma be mad but she be always praying that i don’t get shot up in these streets. but i gotta keep pipe its only right i’m like a star in these streets. boiii you know you not in these streets i just put a glock were i sleep. trynna run up on me you thinking its sweet yo -ss will get shot through these sheets. and it really don’t matter kind of weather can’t hit that block without heat. so i keep that rocket on me. he dissing he knowing he, not me. trynna be patient, n-gg- moving too fast that’s why they don’t make it. couple homie ain’t make it. so i’m rolling up dis dope trynna face it. new plug name jacob just cop me a rolly no time getting wasted. gotta get up and chase it. rather be dead if i don’t got paper (aye), line em up that’s a tapper, got all the mud don’t give a f-ck about a favor, turning sh-t like a waiter, i know n-gg-s fu i don’t even wanna shakeup. n-gg-s clown no makeup. any n-gg- try sum shot his -ss from the face-up. no shorts no pay cuts. if a n-gg- wanna verus you know he gotta pay sum. big shawn b-tch i’m way up, give her d-ck then dip don’t wanna lay up. in da trap when i wake up. shake the d with no minds don’t even wanna say nun, i need me a meal i ain’t ate nun. can’t slide on the opps they f-ck around and say sum. (snitch -ss) n-gg-s be lying lil bando been balling feel like madden, n-gg-s snitching they swine, n-gg-s say we the sharks n-gg- a b-tch in his eyes. new glock its a .9 should try me a n-gg-. and call that sh-t math. in the trap with the flip out. ima pull up pull up with that stick out, with the stick out. on the court while these n-gg-s sitting out. n-gg-s broker than d.rose tell em to bring the knicks out. b-tch -ss n-gg-s

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