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lando bando and the hip hop lab - jugg and punch lyrics

[intro]
it’s lando, yo b+tch know, don’t let yo b+tch go, n+gga
b+tch

[verse]
picking steak out my t++th, i’m at stk
i’ma go fed if i really talk them sbas
team full of ballers, every day them boys text me plays
steer with my right out the window, it’s a lefty day
i’ll turn the hard in, unky cook it up
sh+ttyboyz, it’s a big bag, you think ’bout booking us
how is you the plug? never took the cord and hooked it up
pretty lil’ classy b+tch, i won’t even look at sl+ts
net worth ain’t accurate, won’t even look it up
he in the ‘cat, nine lives, ten shots shook him up
mc scammer, had some bins that they couldn’t touch
told him i’ll do this sh+t, i’m thinking like, i wouldn’t what?
really all i knew before the rap was jugg and punch
me and stan ot, macbook full of dumps
windmill and back for thе times when i couldn’t dunk
on the phonе like, i gotta go, i’m finna pull in hutch
triangle, square, circle, l1, cheat coding
touchdown, marshawn lynch, b+tch, i’m beast moding
stop playing, b+tch, i’m like curry when the three open
think the reason that i’m working magic ’cause i drink potion
sh+ttyboyz, sh+t talking, this is what i do
real playmaker, same gang, get a couple oops
walk you to the water, what you do? that sh+t up to you
blue, pink, green, rainbow, what i’m thumbing through
hot as h+ll out, droptop, i ain’t coming roof
oldhead talking out his neck, get yo uncle blew
club deep as h+ll, track .2s, i might stumble through
talk sh+t and we’ll back it up, we the plunger crew
slide vet, i’ll teach you magic like i’m dumbledore
“babytron__” on the ‘gram, don’t forget the underscores
backwoods only, what the f+ck you roll a funnel for?
if i throw a hundred in the club, could throw a hundred more
hmm, don’t make me go and do it
you twenty+three with gray hairs? you must be going through it
why you bragging ’bout lil’ sh+t when you ‘posed to do it?
would’ve thought it’s aimbots around, we be so focused shooting
350, 700, sh+t, i’m just yeezy stepping
fireman, every line a punch, i’m just weezy f+ing
chess player, twenty moves ahead, i’ma keep ’em guessing
backdoored yo mans, oh, b+tch, you like sneaky seconds
huh, foreign b+tch with the fleaky nails
i ain’t leaving home till that one truck bring me mail
forty deep, twenty dirty sticks, half cpls
on my way to the top, won’t let them see me fail
i could, i could, i could, d+mn, the runtz got me stuttering
f+ck tryna make it rain, i’ma have it thundering
check run, made a easy fifty out of huntington
palm angels cheetah sweat suit, what i’m running in
[outro]
huh, ayy, sh+ttyboyz

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