gc – fuck up some bandz lyrics
hook: gc
you know i got that pole sitting right up on my lap
yo b-tch she gone go cuz she know i’m the man
being broke as h-ll, naw i ain’t close to that
hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
im gone go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
bandz b-tch
verse 1: gc
im gone go f-ck up some bands
keep my hands up out these problems cuz sh-t could get out of hand
god up in this b-tch the ground i walk upon is holy land
time is money, they both going fast, im walking on some quick sand
this b-tch need a new phone, i bust all on her face and get her -ss the family plan
she don’t f-ck with you, she lied straight to your face like an anchorman
yeah i’m from the go but really im from bethlehem
boy you faker than 2pac’s hologram
your name on these bullets like yo -ss gave me an autograph
i got lean up in my cup, got some weed up in my blunt
money and drugs up in a brief case
in the studio turning the booth in to a fire place
im on a paper chase until i’m up in heavens gates
blunts so swoll when i’m smoking its like i’m lifting weights
stay humble , pay respect and you’ll get paid
you’ll get laid cuz them hoes be all over where that money lay
hook: gc
you know i got that pole sitting right up on my lap
yo b-tch she gone go cuz she know i’m the man
being broke as h-ll, naw i ain’t close to that
hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
im gone go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
bandz b-tch
verse 2: talley of 300
n-gg-s mad because these hoes on me
the knots got my thighs swole on me
pole on me don’t roll on me
it’s only one way its going to go homie
been chasing bands like i’m sack racing
stack it up my racks’ raising
no wedding but i’m that cake
and now it’s time for me to go and act crazy
im splurging, check out my chains
i got jays on top of jays
i know they hate tell ’em but hey
i been coppin’ key on top of key
stay on a mission, i’ll never quit
go get them benjis that won’t ever change
stay on my pimpin’ no i ain’t with it
so you know them b-tches can not get a thing
but i’m playing with them racks
like t-tties in my hands
i been f-ckin’ up them bands
run that sh-t up with my mans
oz after oz we blow that, marching band
money got her in a trance
and now your b-tch a fan, yeah
get money state after state
i’m eating b-tch plate after plate
get weight off like i’m ricki lake
yeah i’m sorry if you can’t relate
no strip club but ima throw it
i ain’t trippin there is more in the safe
ain’t no pressure if i blow it
because i know there’s more on the way, yeah
hook: gc
you know i got that pole sitting right up on my lap
yo b-tch she gone go cuz she know i’m the man
being broke as h-ll, naw i ain’t close to that
hit the mall up money stuffed up in my pants
im gone go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands, go f-ck up some bands
go f-ck up some bands i’m gone go f-ck up some bands
bandz b-tch
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