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ex tha banddit - playin 64 lyrics

okay i’m on it stat playing 64 and im puffin’ on a phillie you know i am f-ckin’ zoned
yeah, its the m-th-f-ckin’ banddit
holla at me, we on some uhh adventure type sh-t nawmean?
its a f-ckin’ highway robbery know what i’m talkin’ about

okay im on it stat
playing 64 and im puffin’ on a phillie you know i am f-ckin’ zoned
iller than the illest paramedics take me home
police still crooked so you know we packin’ chrome
ready to bust a brain if the government want funk
leave you slumped in the trunk tell me what is really up
like airplanes and helium and ufo’s and stuff
mixin’ hennessy hypnotic with woman that’s so exotic
and none of us are single but we know we keep it silent
yo b-tch on my lap playing nintendo 64
mario kart with only one lap to go
catch me in a bugie restaurant eatin’ cheerios
i got twin pet penguins in tuxedos
got h-lla sh-t no one has ever seen before
like bars in a bart tunnel keep it on the low
all this sh-t with mind control shoot yourself like plexico
or cheddar cob from 8 mile you know how this sh-t go
posing like an anorexic b-tch on a cover of vouge
its so crazy how i’m rockin’ know i’m destine to blow
leave the blowin’ to the hoes or a powder heads nose
but i been with the sh-t ever since 94
i’m so bashful every b-tch that i’m with thinks i’m an -ssh0l-
back when i bagged dro and time unfolds
you know i’m gettin’ way more a couple days ago
i was riding vertical on a f-ckin’ bicycle
in subzero weather eating melting popsicle’s
the way i mock tickles and the satisfaction triples like h-lla water ripples
ex is the hitman just know i’m out to get you
even tho i’m not sane just know i can’t forget you
bangin’ with a pistol if anyone states an issue
throwin’ turtle sh-lls at your go kart
so i suggest you got park in the dark
i’m higher than an anorexic hippie with a helium balloon
ill l-sso the moon and pull it closer so goku
can transform and send you to an early tomb
apply bath salts to your open wounds
put the medal to your face now you m-th-f-ckas doomed
riding on a broom stick ain’t that a b-tch
stole it from a game of quittage and i swear this sh-t is vintage
palm still itchin’ so im scratchin’ like kittens
b-tches in the kitchen and you know they washing dishes

and i don’t even know what the f-ck i’m talkin’ bout
400 dollar shoes if anybody scuffs them i’m knockin’ a muf-cka out
and i ain’t materialistic just being realistic about a dumb-ss investment
so shut the f-ck up before it builds more tension
i was playing mortal kombat the other day
i picked noob saibot my patna chose johnny cage
but knowing me i whooped his -ss and did a fatality right away
you can’t see me in that game hit a blunt not to long ago
it tasted like a candy cane and i ain’t gonna lie
it kinda had me amazed (music fades)

- ex tha banddit lyrics

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