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kabba - bando lyrics

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bando+ am£ (lyrics)

chorus

in the bando i’m wrapped like cigar
all the opps get smoked like shisha
why’re you trynna act bad for hoes on tinder
+shhh+ got smoked in front of his sister

took l’s from my high school teacher, and he got smoked like he’s young khalifa
girl wrapped in my sheets like rizla
better get going, i’m not your mister
verse 1

boy came to the world in once piece
but left the world in pieces
one shank and a loaded fist
got man crossed like my jesus pieces

girl said i’m rudе and mad, got her smiling with money and roses
might cap a lot in my rap
still gon split your girl likе moses

no blood on my off+white snickers
cos i’m all black when i’m cheffing brethrens
in church i say my prayers
might just call me the holy reverend

i’m a young black boy from naij
where i’m from a biff might never end

so you should just do yourself
cos if we cross it might be your very end

chorus

in the bando i’m wrapped like cigar
all the opps get smoked like shisha
why’re you trynna act bad for hoes on tinder
+shhh+ got smoked in front of his sister
took l’s from my high school teacher, and he got smoked like he’s young khalifa
girl wrapped in my sheets like rizla
better get going, i’m not your mister

verse 2

he thought he could run from gang, uva done blew his cover
invested a lot in shanks, might g+check and opp that bothers

why your girl keep calling my phone?
guess what i do, imma block her number
bad yute got put in a zute
yinged that man now he 6+feet under

heard them talkin’ bout some similar drill sh+t
f+ck that, i’m trynna get my bread up
careless yute got spilled like rum, got his flavor splashed on his highway

if you ain’t doin’ good to man, best get your things and move them that way
got goons that trap in delta, enzo rubber be tearing the m+way

chorus

in the bando i’m wrapped like cigar
all the opps get smoked like shisha
why’re you trynna act bad for hoes on tinder
+shhh+ got smoked in front of his sister
took l’s from my high school teacher, and he got smoked like he’s young khalifa
girl wrapped in my sheets like rizla
better get going, i’m not your mister

- kabba lyrics

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