lando bando – dwight howard lyrics
[verse 1: babytron]
bro on the block with the white, so he ball like howard
skinny jeans on, do my dance, feel like austin powers
[?] saw my t+shirt, and thought that i was [?]
know i’m high as h+ll, if you can’t tell, b+tch, i’m off the [?]
fendy monster, yeah the t got eyes everywhere
play with me, shoot him in his limbs, till there no air in there
[?] pushed d+mn near every pare
i ain’t hiding, you can catch me d+mn near everywhere
[?] plugged in like usb
i think he mad at me cause she choosing me
foreign punches, made a k!lling off of 2 of these
i’m talking 2 a piece, hit sacks for the newest sneeks
[verse 2 ?]
this sh+t getting dramatic, b+tches waving when we pass by
i’m a player, cross my heart and die, i ain’t about the lie
everr since a younging, been a hundred, just that type of guy
baby blew me like the windy city, she was acting shy
[?] sleeping on the mattress, gotta stay active
a lotta n+ggas clame they want a bag, but we just [?]
i ain’t tricking on you silly rabbits, i’m a true classic
ain’t no [?] creating bad habbits
this is why we ball in such a fashion
bunch of [?] rappers, try to convince the world is mine and i gotta have it
everything a n+gga do is [?]
put the plan together, we done did it, i’m the [?]
[verse 3 ?]
she just sucked the soul up out a n+gga, man this b+tch [?]
[?] lil b+tch sloppy [?] suck it up [?]
she wanna make some money [?]
she ain’t used to this, now i got her trapping, making money
i’m quick to put a b+tch up on [?] she on her way now
i’m quick to let a n+gga catch a round, come get a [?]
i keep my n+gga [?] with me, i’m who they spray [?]
i heard a n+gga talking ’bout [?] watch how this [?]
he say he live that thug life like he pac, gon’ get popped
[?] slide down n+gga’s block [?]
[?] pressed us
[?] put a n+gga on a stretcher, and get him boxed up
[verse 4 ?]
[?] d+mn i love that feeling
[?]
i don’t need no n+ggas, coming [?] n+gga
and i hit your b+tch like [?] i don’t remember
these hoes ain’t loyal, chris breezy tought you that
[?] grab the pole, [?] tought me that
ain’t f+cking with [?] tought me that
[?] them pieces tought you that
n+ggas rap, better take care of they kids
[?]
talking cash, but i know what paper is
[?] but ain’t making more than lift
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