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diggy334 - 15 band$ lyrics

[hook]

pull up on a n-gga shoot his lights out uh
my n-gga popped a xan, he gon psych out uh
he say he got that heat, pull that pipe out uh
and i got the stick on me right now uh
i just need them bands like right now uh
i just popped a xan i can’t type now uh
gucci on my pants and they tight now uh
i just got a gun, i can’t fight now uh
owe, i need 15 bands like right now uh
i need 15 bands like right now uh
i need 15 bands like right now uh
i need 15 bands like right now uh
i need 15 bands like right now uh

[verse]
owe, pull up and wipe his smile
with my n-ggas and they wild
i’m on the southside of my town
with my stick i’m riding round
send a n-gga heaven bound
i swear these n-ggas is some clowns
i’m finna smoke right out the pound
silence my glock, it got no sound
bro gon trap right out the ounce
yea, i dont like being down
i’m finna run inside yo house
i got the dope inside the couch
find me inside yo b-tch mouth
all on my d-ck, that bit finna bounce
after i nut, told her to bounce
my n-ggas dogs, my n-ggas hounds
she give me head, inside the lounge
just f-cked a bit, and that bit brown
so you know her -ss fat
all my n-ggas at bat (up next)
my backwood look like a bat
i can’t wait til i get racks
my pockets is getting so fat
my b-tches is getting so bad
she finna rub on my tats
pull up on you with my gat
young honcho can’t never lack
these b-tches is acting like brats
dunk on my n-gga like shaq
talk to police you a rat
she say i look like a snack
i put yo uncle on crack
chopper scare him like a cat
all my n-ggas getting fat
these n-ggas they stay on my sack
my hand gone stay on my gat
i just be spittin’ some facts
i’m tryna get me some racks
i just went serve the whole bag
these n-ggas is b-tches, thats facts!!

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