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lirik lagu bandgang lonnie bands - project gurb

[intro: rob vicious & bandgang lonnie bands]
ayy, ayy, ayy
b-tch
lil’ b-tch, i’m rob vicious
(motherf-ckin’ band man, n-gg-)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (hush)

[chorus: bandgang lonnie bands]
hey, hey, lil’ project b-tch, huh
powder head b-tch, hold on, shh, wait, huh, hold on, wait
hey, hey, hey, lil’ baby off the sh-ts, hey
lil’ baby with the sh-ts, hold on, shh, shh, shh, hold on
n-gg-, jump a fence in these thousand dollar kicks, hold on
a thousand pills in her p-ssy, how that fit?
hold on, b-tch, and before we hit the road, you better p-ss, huh
all my hoes got att-tudes, huh
man, they love throwin’ fits, huh

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
now my b-tch know i ain’t sh-t, huh
yeah, i know i ain’t sh-t
i might hit her friend on accident
i might make them lil’ hoes relevant
like my b-tches ratchet, huh, with the colored hair, huh
like my b-tches ratchet, huh, she snuck my gun in here
b-tch, bring that p-ssy to me, i might stick my tongue in there, huh
say that p-ssy mine, b-tch, let me c-m in there, hey
please don’t waste my time, b-tch, let me f-ck you here, huh
made her cook three times, that b-tch ain’t goin’ nowhere, hey
i got party drugs, famous hoes in love, huh
all my b-tches thugs, duh, she’ll set you up
me and rob vicious, huh, twenty bad b-tches, huh
shh, i can’t stop f-ckin’ these rap b-tches

[verse 2: rob vicious]
ayy, ayy, y’all hoes ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
29th street get chips, ayy
that’s the reason why i keep my stick, ayy
that chopper gon’ flip his whip
pray to god they don’t flip my b-tch
h-ll nah, we ain’t takin’ no pics
man, you broke b-tch make me sick
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, powder head b-tch
on some powder head sh-t, she sucked a powder-made d-ck
if her mama seen her suck it, she’d be proud of that b-tch
treat this money like it’s nothing got it out of that b-tch
ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, she gon’ do what i say so
this b-tch keep staring at my bankroll
d-mn, it feel good when the money stack can’t fold
playin’ with the cheese, i ain’t talkin’ no queso
still servin’ junkies right at my front door
b-tch, don’t play with my pesos
i’ma f-ck around, let this gun go

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