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superstar bandman - 29 lyrics

[hook: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
i’m drinking on a lot need another shot
sipping till i drop know i gotta stop
man i’m getting hot thinking bout a lot
tryna talk to god please to me why
i think i’m bouta die spray me in the whip
or hit me in the head these n-gg-s want me dead
take henny to the head just like a sh-ll of lead
the casket is my bed you heard what i said
standing on the block tryna make a knot
selling every rock know i gotta stop
man i’m getting hot think i see a cop
tryna talk to god please tell me why
i think i’m bouta die spray me in the whip
or get me in the street cause n-gg-s wanna beef
been robbing for a week i’m preying on the weak
to get my pockets neat i put them on a tee

[verse 1: billie d]
gimme all of that where the money at
ran up in his trap with a gat tryna come up on a scat
got a pack of the crack linebacker got the sack
if he strapped he getting clapped i had called him tryna chat
talking bout i’m tryna stack ran up in here in all black
eyes told me that he lack laid that n-gg- on his back
man it could’ve been a wrap i took everything he had
took his trap off the map
if it’s beef and you bring to the court then you know it’s you and me like pat
never snitched on a n-gg- but i’m getting chased by the cat so these n-gg-s think i’m a rat
run a circle round n-gg-s and his girl call me baby cause i’m sitting on a lap
boy i ate your pockets they ain’t hear me it was silent like the last word on this bar i can get you whacked
talk numbers like shannon talk bout a bron stat
boy i’m sharp with my aim and you catching every bullet cause i’m not with the combat
dimebag don’t rob for the those if i’m throwing bullets at a n-gg- then i’m gone need least a quarterback
or the mac for the fact yall know it’s more than rap ordered that hit used the ak with the sword attached

[hook: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
drinking on a lot need another shot
sipping till i drop know i gotta stop
man i’m getting hot thinking bout a lot
tryna talk to god please to me why
i think i’m bouta die spray me in the whip
or hit me in the head these n-gg-s want me dead
take henny to the head just like a sh-ll of lead
the casket is my bed you heard what i said
standing on the block tryna make a knot
selling every rock know i gotta stop
man i’m getting hot think i see a cop
tryna talk to god please tell me why
i think i’m bouta die spray me in the whip
or get me in the street cause n-gg-s wanna beef
been robbing for a week i’m preying on the weak
to get my pockets neat i put them on a tee

[verse 2: superstar bandman]
what’s wrong me tell me what you see
depression got me beat drinking hennessy
mental feeling weak not gone hit a tree
know you disagree the truth ain’t set me free
lying ain’t for me always keep it g
but i never speak less it’s on a beat
nowhere near my peak sewing what i reap
been had g-o-d still i carry heat
giving death a piggy back ride
yeah i’m worried even though the semi on my back side
coming up in the rap n-gg-s know it’s that time
seeing death know these n-gg-s wanna make me flat line
i’m clutching on my hip where i’m strapped at or it’s in my backpack
want a chop with a stock should invest in nasdaq
n-gg- imma lab rat steady spitting heat you can’t come without a hazmat
aye n-gg- woo woo woo
n-gg-s all talk but they just hype
looking in the mirror and i see death pressure on the trigger cause a wise man told me that it bust pipes
obsess over money thinking i’m in love with it n-gg-s call it greed i ain’t never been the l-st type
deadly when i send crazy thoughts to my head imma bust it with some to lead people telling me to just fight

[outro: superstar bandman as billie d, superstar bandman]
“n-gg- get it together!”
“bro what?”
“bro you all over the place dawg. sober up man lets go. bro come on and mix this bro we on our last hour bro we gotta be up outta here in a minute.”
“alright.”
“yeah make my voice a little bit lower bro.”
“right here?”
“the kick not hard enough turn the kick up like one more db.”
“this straight?”
“mhm.”
“alright.”
“you feeling it?”
“yeah i like it.”
“alright cool.”
“want me to turn my voice up a little bit?”
“mhm, add some reverb to your voice it’s a little dry.”
“aight.”
“turn that up, wait matter of fact turn that down.”
“alright, i got you. you think this straight right here?”
“yeah that’s cool.”
“you sure?”
“mhm, ain’t too much to do on this one.”
“i see.”
“i think we should be straight now.”
“we straight?”
“yeah we should be straight now. just play it back turn it up a little bit i want that junk to bang turn it up a little bit.”
“alright here we go. that’s cool?”
“yeah that’s cool right there.”
“bro this junk bout to bang dawg.”
“mhm.”

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