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lando bando & the hip hop lab - no more pua lyrics

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, b+tch i’m back serving
them n+ggas [?] back serving
you ain’t really robbing sh+t, you’s a cat burgler
hundred thousand in my pocket, got my back hurting
now the strap dirty
my dawg be scamming all the time, now his mac dirty
they gave my cousin twenty years, ’cause he a crack server
i just had a shootout in the charger, now the cat dirty
i [?] k!ll the p+ssy, n+gga, that’s a p shooter
she see that skelly on my wrist, and think it’s see through
i hold my other wrist up, yeah, that’s three coupes
just poured a whole 8 of red, look like [?] juice
[verse 2: louie ray]
i just had to bounce back, see if my back dirty
i don’t carey rounds, just [?] goin’ passed thirty
okay, [?] made me drop a [?]
okay, [?] gon’ make me drop a 5+30
okay, i pull up, walk in, don’t do no wеight lifts
i only bust a bag down, i’m weightless
i think evеry n+gga ’round me on the a list
her p+ssy grab on me just like [?] grip
since it’s my turn to perform, i did a stage flip
let’s build roster up, arange sh+t
louie outta town, turning up, but it be paid trips
i ain’t have to walk, this rollie down, i wouldn’t [?]
your sh+t ain’t hard, ’cause if it was, my n+gga, i’d have played it
let the p+ssy jump while i’m driving, i ain’t tryna save her
my rap career just brought me to my ring, it’s all engagement
this rapping sh+t was watered, nah, for real, i think i saved it
got a hundred thousand dollars on me now, i think i, okay
hundred thousand dollars on me now, feel like i made it
pull the streets together, [?] segregation
they can’t figure out how i [?]

[verse 3: babytron]
[?] i been jamming since obama was in office
[?] i promise if it’s problems, we gon’ off ’em
reach for a chain, might as well just hop up in a coffin
16, had [?] got it all from fraud
early bird gets the worm, i’m not a lollygagger
b+tch try to run off with the stash, and i’ma body bag her
she thought the weed was some, wait until the wokkie smack her
in the a, hitting [?] i might go to [?] after
out in cali, i might do [?] on melrose
hundred round to turn my 350 in the sh+ll toes
co+cookie monster off the [?], my shoes elmo
[?] you on the road is what i tell hoes
ain’t no wide bodies, scratching off like a lotto ticket
ain’t no wild runs around, sh+t, [?]
uh, too bad, i ain’t got your chicken
thousand dollar track [?], i can never rock no bisket
pop out—, uh, pop—, f+ck, pop—
pop out with bush master, boy, i hope he got some body armor
better push that scat home, we know that your mommy charger
duse in my gaiderade, i’m feeling hydrated
120 in this motherf+cker, i might sideways it
unkey ran through a couple cases off a [?]
[?] b+tch saw me out shopping, almost died fainting
you heard your b+tch a runner, you gon’ cry, ain’t you?
walking in the booth to rap, you finna lie, ain’t you?
heard brodie nem got your drop, you finna die, ain’t you?
told lil’ ’cause you only want a job [?] crime [?]
uh, hm, sh+ttyboyz

- lando bando the hip hop lab lyrics

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