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talibando - dgb lyrics

[intro]
(bass kids, answer your motherf+ckin’ phone, n+gga)

[verse]
drop the top, let her hair blow in the breeze
hope you got your passport. i booked us trips overseas
take my lil’ baby shoppin’, her wardrobe by the season
oh, you ain’t never had a lil’ shoppin’ spree in neiman’s?
‘fore we leave she gon’ suck me all night like she t++thin’
flexin’ on her old n+gga, now he swear to god we beefin’
this sh+t go down any given sunday, w+lly bean
real cash money hot boy, my diamonds bling blingin’
called the personal chef over, hе gon’ whip us up some lamb chops
cuddy pulled up, servеd me a pint up out a lamb’ chop
that’s gon’ be the last thing you see, you see this red dot
black cat 4s out the box, i got a dead stock
switch the route up, send my lil’ shorty, think the feds hot
full of tech, some more sprite, look like faygo red pop
and i got a lil’ extra for you if he catch a headshot
and my b+tch on my ass, she keep askin’ when the med stop
i’m like neo, love her ’cause she got her own runnin’ game
talked her sh+t, i never felt like this before
i don’t know if it’s the drugs or you done got me in my feelings
mad at myself like, “sh+t, why i ain’t got a couple million?”
i need a mansion with hundreds stacked up through the ceilin’
i need generational wealth before a n+gga chillin’
i ain’t even tryna kick it with you if it ain’t ’bout chicken
no offense, i’m just locked in, i got tunnel vision
they say elevation causes separation
i be smokin’ ‘woods back+to+ back ’cause i ain’t got no patience
hear that supercharger growlin’, don’t pull up and try to race me
your b+tch and her friends at the crib, they tryna rape me
i’m a real dirty glove b+st+rd like dre
get the za’s from la, get the cookie from the bay (brr)
come from ‘cross the border, it’ll come to where you stay
the wops comin’ from the z, so tell me what you tryna pay

- talibando lyrics

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