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lando bando and the hip hop lab - serious all caps lyrics

[intro]
i hear you, jay c
aye
rj always tripping, man
rj always tripping, man
you always tripping, rj
i’m tripping too
aye
aye
it’s lando, yo b+tch know, don’t let yo b+tch go, n+gga
aye, aye, sh+ttyboyz

[hook]
i don’t play games, i play with the cards
i’ma play with her then play with her heart
b+tch scoring too, she can play with the sparks
put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
i don’t play games, b+tch, i ain’t triple h
punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
how the f+ck i’m out the way but still in the way?
only dunking foreign hoes, i ain’t hitting eights

[verse]
handpicked fit from saks, i don’t need a stylist
stop saying that you up, you ain’t seen a island
couldn’t pass english class, now i’m visa writing
stop talking aps, you ain’t seen a [?]
speaking of ap, i just touch downed
gucci gang on my feet, feel like pump now
i ain’t walk off the porch, boy, i jumped down
looking like comic book off the runtz cloud
chilly moe, spent seven on [?]
captain save+a+ho, boy, that b+tch was super еasy
would talk about the opps but they too benеath me
b+tch asked if i was tid, through the oop to sweezee
speaking of bro, the clip full of baldheads
wizard kelly to these hoes, i need all head
pull a whole balance off, i need all bread
stop talking ’bout, they all dead
blowing cookie, i look like a j+panese korean
got half off the banks, other half from visas
superpower with this punch, you can ask vegeta
fraud star, think i’m finna buy a scam arena
all ricky swipe team, call me “luka trončić”
b+tch a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my johnson
a thousand bucks for these b+tches, these shoes ain’t common
broke+ass boy, yo pops should’ve used a condom
dropped a four and got some head, i’m finna hibernate
bro hit the road, i had his back like a license plate
thigh pad on me, it’s a 49ers day
if they ain’t have gun laws, i’ll swipe a k
huh, and d+mn near a rocket launcher too
nah, for real, slide’ll knock the chimney off his roof
she gave me head, i look down, thought i lost my shoes
off+white belt on, better be cautious, dude
“what is sh+ttyboyz?”, b+tch, it’s three scammers
thousand dollar phone on me came with three cameras
i think we could stop thor with these three hammers
walked in the store and i got rich off of three jammers
this white b+tch gave me head for a frappuccino
yeah, i heard yo song but i know it’s capperino
talk crunchy like i just ate a bag of cheetos
touchdown mia, feel like dan marino
valentinos on, got me feeling european
it’s all bad if trdee turn into a demon
running errand in dior, i’m turnt for no reason
translate and telegram, i plug german [?]
louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that’s french dressing
if she ain’t throwing neck, she can’t get a text message
just scuffed the louis, now i’m triple s stepping
go and get a bag, buddy, that’s the best lesson
it ain’t a thing on my ass but the ksubi tag
scuffed the kicks and through a fit, with my bougie+ass
living gucci out of town, in my gucci bag
drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath
[hook]
i don’t play games, i play with the cards
i’ma play with her then play with her heart
b+tch scoring too, she can play with the sparks
put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
i don’t play games, b+tch, i ain’t triple h
punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
how the f+ck i’m out the way but still in the way?
only dunking foreign hoes, i ain’t hitting eights

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