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dre bandzz - loml interlude (remix) lyrics

(intro) dre bandzz

i’m tryna make you my girl, i’m tryna make you my wife we on and off for the hype you are the love of my life

verse (dre bandzz)

i’m mixin remy with that lean yeah (ouuu ouuu)
my shordy sayin’ that i’m tweakin’ (ouuu ouuu)
yo bae i do it for a reason (yeah, yeah)
i’m high as f+ck, b+tch i be geekin’ (ouuu ouuu)
my homie back off bond he tweakin’ (yeah, yeah)
i see some boys get shot he bleedin’ (bleedin’)
like d+mn my mama died i’m sea sick (no no)
can’t take no pills on bro that’s treason (yeah, yeah)
she say you love me, do you mean it?
my brodie died and i was tweakin’

verse [yungtreyskii]

(huh, yeah)
brodie died i was tweakin’
look at my wrist on froze (yeah yeah)
look at my neck it’s freezin’
i love b+tch takin’ pics on snap?
yeah she be teasin’
i drown in that p+ssy, that b+tch in the water yeah that b+tch is feinin’
i remember when n+ggas was broke
i remember when n+ggas was starvin’
gettin’ money i want it the most, robbin these n+ggas that turn up they pockets
yeah, now i get money for real
countin’ up money i turn into a seal
count up b+tch that’s all blue bills
i’m mr. freeze on my diamonds on chill

(this is a certified hood classic)

(intro) paidway dotty
like shordy you are my wife, we on and off for the hype cuz baby girl i love you, you are the love of my life
aye, like shordy my wife we on and off for the hype because girl i love you, you are the love of my life

(verse)
i’m smokin’ on that gumz exotic (smokin gums)
the opps be b+tches they ain’t on sh+t (n+ggas ain’t on it)
you can play with the gang this can turn tragic (yeah, nah)
when his mans died i was motherf+ckin’ laughin’ (nah, nah)
the opps be b+tches stick to trappin’ (yeah, yeah nah)
bang with that sh+t boy, don’t lack b+tch (nah, nah)
i remember when i was broke i ain’t have sh+t (remember when i was broke) now i’m f+ckin’ all these f+ckin’ bad b+tches (i’m f+ckin’ em all) it’s crazy how i went from rags to riches (rag to riches)
it’s crazy how i can f+ckin’ bag these b+tches (bag these b+tches)
i’m countin up money, i keep it a stack’ (keep it a stack, nah nah)
talk to the opps, these n+ggas’ can’t rap (these n+ggas can’t rap for sh+t) yeah, i’ll literally sing to you n+ggas (no diddy) yall n+ggas won’t go pull a trigger, in broad daylight these n+ggas ain’t figures
catch him outside, b+tch we up it and hit em
yeah, yall n+ggas be lame be broke
i take all of you n+ggas as jokes
call, dre & trey they gon’ throw, catch him outside we up it and poke (up it and poke) yeah, yeah, yeah are the love of my life woah (uh+uhh)

- dre bandzz lyrics

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