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remy banks - the function lyrics

[verse 1]
somebody p-ss me a lighter, i’m bout to set fire
to this joint i rolled filled with purple dope
moschino hoe walking my way, and shorty steppin pigeon toe’d
with them thick thighs and that -ss swole

[verse 2: lanksy]
yeah rem, y’all remember me
n-gg- stay high but i keep lowkey
i need my green on them c-notes like a piano
till peeing that european pino
no telling how far that we go
speed boats to puerto rico
gimme that, let me take a deep pull
inhale, exhale
thinking back on them days when i used to shop at clientele
copping kicks to match the coogi, never packed a uzi
but i stayed with some b-tches, i stay surrounded by bad b-tches though

[verse 3: nigel]
banks got them b-tches that got me stiff like raw denim
i always tell em via g chat, no hard feelings
there was this one time i bagged a b-tch her skin lemon
mad thick, real good smelling, artsy frames like jon lennon

[hook: d.r.a.m.]
me and you…
you girls, my crew…
got weed and juice…is you coming through?
(she said yeah) when i asked her if she could come kick it
(she said yeah) even though i’m here with all my n-gg-s
(she said yeah) she about to roll through with her b-tches
(she said yeah) we can have ourselves a little shindig

[verse 4]
you riding? i’m rollin! that fire, is potent
that i holding in my stash spot in this honda, i’m controlling
like ayrton senna from the pole position
jeff i know you down for the party mission
you’ll probably end up leaving with a vixen
meet me downstairs in like 5 minutes

[verse 5: jeff donna]
on my, way, where you at? make sure that you got room in the back
if they do get swooned, loose off the tune, we ain’t gotta worry bout who gon lap
she gon leave the gawd, and her rules all gon be outlawed
cuz she know we are, or maybe she think we smilez and south star
ha more like lee and carter, speedin while i hit the ganja
approaching parsons and archer, scoop thoth then we on our way
hillside bound, for thee party
that prince been talkin bout for weeks
one of y’all grab the liquor out the trunk
let me call him up since we out front

[verse 6: prince]
what up drunk?! is y’all n-gg-s still on the way
i’ve been here for about two days, i got two broads i’m about to slay
if i don’t answer my jack, i’ll be in the back, hittin’ two b-tches from the back
bring y’all -ss to the back and bring that yac, i’m hanging up that’s enough of that

- remy banks lyrics

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