black fortune – bandana lyrics
[intro: black fortune]
we puttin’ that work in here
hah
riding ’round in that kompressor with my lil’ bro good intent, ayy
d-mn
[chorus: black fortune]
i stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?
i pop percs, xans, and pistols
you a schoolboy, i got you early dismissal
go to the middle east to cop a missile
swap that four-five for a pistol
with two redbones, malcolm in the middle
he wan’ know if i’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
plus i read n-gg-s like the riddle
the plug finna front me a zone, i need it all bagged up
n-gg- front his move, i get him toe-tagged up
disappear with the work, i’m a ghost like casper
b-tch, i’m high as a plane, i’m still jetlagging
n-gg-s say i spit fire, i feel like a dragon
lot of work in the carpet, i feel like aladdin
i need two k’s, i never f-ck with madden
she a bad mamacita so i call her madam
[verse 1: black fortune]
i pop more beans than jack and the beanstalk
i pull up on lil’ whoadie, he in treetop
b-tch suck d-ck until she make my knees lock
the early bird get the worm, so i’m up off the ewok
i bust down a g-shock
i ain’t jesus but the percs make me c-walk
touch mine and the coroners gon’ need chalk
pop turn you to ashes and leave socks
i ain’t kicking the cup, b-tch, i sip wock’
you n-gg-s is sweeter than a pop-tart
lil’ singin’ -ss b-tch, hit the pop charts
when i jumped in that water, i an’t have no choice but to be a shark
f-ck n-gg-, i’ll pull your guns and gang sh-t
my daddy said watch who you hang with
all these other motherf-ckers don’t be on the same sh-t
grab the cutter or start bustin’ if n-gg-s start changing
[chorus: black fortune]
i stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?
i pop percs, xans, and pistols
you a schoolboy, i got you early dismissal
go to the middle east to cop a missile
swap that four-five for a pistol
with two redbones, malcolm in the middle
he wan’ know if i’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
plus i read n-gg-s like the riddle
the plug finna front me a zone, i need it all bagged up
n-gg- front his move, i get him toe-tagged up
disappear with the work, i’m a ghost like casper
b-tch, i’m high as a plane, i’m still jetlagging
n-gg-s say i spit fire, i feel like a dragon
lot of work in the carpet, i feel like aladdin
i need two k’s, i never f-ck with madden
she a bad mamacita so i call her madam
[verse 2: black fortune]
in school, i was putting that blade in my tube sock
my daddy found my qp in my shoebox
n-gg-s put me on death row, b-tch, i’m 2pac
and i stopped sipping hi-c in my juicebox
these hoes wan’ get with the osshwop
they wan’ hop on the wave, i know it’s a cool bop
oogle-snoogle with the ooh and the ooh-pac
i oog up the whole snoog-up, now the ossh on a new block
and you won’t get it, but gang will
this sh-t feel worse than a hangnail
can’t see the bullsh-t but i read braille
crack his head like a seash-ll
then go to the hospital and hold his hand and tell him to get well
i’m a slimy young man, i’m a slimy young heathen
relapse, pop percs, still fighting my demons
i was selling you fake xans, i mislead ’em
i ain’t giving you time to wear it, i’m mischievous
[chorus: black fortune]
i stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?
i pop percs, xans, and pistols
you a schoolboy, i got you early dismissal
go to the middle east to cop a missile
swap that four-five for a pistol
with two redbones, malcolm in the middle
he wan’ know if i’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
plus i read n-gg-s like the riddle
the plug finna front me a zone, i need it all bagged up
n-gg- front his move, i get him toe-tagged up
disappear with the work, i’m a ghost like casper
b-tch, i’m high as a plane, i’m still jetlagging
n-gg-s say i spit fire, i feel like a dragon
lot of work in the carpet, i feel like aladdin
i need two k’s, i never f-ck with madden
she a bad mamacita so i call her madam
[verse 3: hunnit]
you know n-gg-s gettin’ ran through with no issue
terk got the scope on the top of the pistol
you can get put on a shirt, ain’t no issue
we got the work for the low, ain’t no issue
all my n-gg-s g-ngb-ng, throw they sets high
bounty hunters rep the set, de
ugly b-tch look like a reptile
ain’t got the nerds on me to rap hard
i need a bad b-tch, not a mad b-tch
p-ssy go for like mad jig
beat her twenty-one times, i’m a savage
go’n poke it out so i can grab it, ooh-wee
in my hood, they see a chain, they gon’ grab it, ooh-wee
we don’t really mean this sh-t, it’s out of habit, we want beef
[chorus: black fortune]
i stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?
i pop percs, xans, and pistols
you a schoolboy, i got you early dismissal
go to the middle east to cop a missile
swap that four-five for a pistol
with two redbones, malcolm in the middle
he wan’ know if i’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
plus i read n-gg-s like the riddle
the plug finna front me a zone, i need it all bagged up
n-gg- front his move, i get him toe-tagged up
disappear with the work, i’m a ghost like casper
b-tch, i’m high as a plane, i’m still jetlagging
n-gg-s say i spit fire, i feel like a dragon
lot of work in the carpet, i feel like aladdin
i need two k’s, i never f-ck with madden
she a bad mamacita so i call her madam
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