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lando bando and the hip hop lab – nba jam lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
primo, turn this sh+t up
it’s lando, yo b+tch know, don’t let yo b+tch go, n+gga
come on
aye, aye
aye, n+gga

[verse 1: g.t.]
the road was trapping like a short bus, i feel special ed
if i let my sleeve roll up, she gon’ give me head
corvette black on black but the inside’s read
when you getting real money, everybody call you friend
next day i’m fresh as h+ll, probably jumping out the benz
hit her and her friend, i don’t know what depends
saw this sh+t clear like i had on a lens
three thousand for the jacket, two racks for my pants
thе pants made in paris, i ain’t never been to francе
the jacket undercover, it came straight from j+pan
i’m backing up tron, on the site buying bins
hit the store, jam twice, green light, they some hams
n+ggas talk down but they really be some fans
i ain’t vote but the prezi in my left hand
i’m on fire like it’s nba jam
hit your block broad day with six drums like a band
i left the strap in the whip but you’ll get hit with a bomb
i bet you full+blown rap but she shaped like a model
i ain’t even hit the gas yet, i’m going full throttle
i’m tryna my whole arm in the pot, n+gga, vince carter
[verse 2: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz
a hundred k, blue check, lil’ b+tch can’t get a follow
hitman got a empty heart so he sending hollows
hitters like rock, you know stan punching like apollo
not bilingual but for cheese, yeah, i’m on it pr+nto
m on my mind, i’m just knowing i’m gon’ see me one
always hide the barrel, i’m just knowing that’s a bb gun
used to bench ride, now the hoes gotta see me dunk
on a za diet, you won’t probably ever seen me drunk
seven methods, five hundred now, i’ll be your teacher with it
running after sacks like i’m [?] good in beecher with it
linked up with gang on the east, i’m with g.t. tripping
b+tch could lose both her eyeb+lls, still see me winning
i ball, lil’ b+tch stupid if she thinking different
d+mn, she got that one head, that’s why i keep on twitching
you better ask about lil’ jimmy, wasn’t linking tripping
ain’t no guava cake around, f+ck around and [?] the [?]

- lando bando and the hip hop lab lyrics

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