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lirik lagu lando bando & babytron - pawn yo crib

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[intro: beannskii]
(f~ck with ’em, bill)
(it’s lando, your b~tch know, don’t let your b~tch go, n~gga)
n~gga, why you always out here lyin’?

[verse 1: beannskii]
opps said he cliquin’ up, them n~ggas keep on dyin’
on fores grave i’m tweakin’, b~tch, you know i’m on that timing
easy k!ll, i had a lil’ b~tch line him
this ho n~gga keep hidin’, i swear i’m gon’ find him
chopper with the knife blade
you ain’t never had a tough time, you havin’ nice days

[verse 2: peeko]
cuddy linin’ sh~t up, come and get a nice fade
cuddy chop the vezzo with an ice blade
big titties, fat ass, a light waist
i just beat the feds, that’s a light case
dog sh~t militia, hear me say about face

[verse 3: iso jeff & tillyhome]
stamp my foot up on the kitty, i can’t find the brake
claimin’ that he gang, he ain’t even got no rank (ayy)

[verse 4: tillyhome]
irish man, i hit housеs and i paint (ayy)
b~tches playin’ dead
don’t evеn want the p~ssy, i just want the head
n~ggas grown as f~ck sleepin’ on a twin~sized bed
you ain’t even got no room to f~ck a b~tch or run it up
ayy, some days i hit the block early, go run it up
i got forty seconds left, well, sh~t, i’m ’bout to trip ’til my time is up
ayy, go and cut her up
like it’s christmas time and money be the stocking stuff
[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
my dog, he be pimpin’, i be scammin’
make a couple bands and buy a bl!ck, i’m a bandit
he tryna pull up, come and buy some work, i’ma ham him
i put the d~ck in her, she start screamin’, speakin’ spanish
just made some new money
pulled up to the club and told valet to keep the coupe runnin’

[verse 6: babytron]
gabby douglas, i got your boo runnin’
woke up at 1:50, made two by two~somethin’
lol lame, you gon’ hashtag do nothin’
why she tryna play it bougie and her whole crew f~ckin’?
pull up with a hundred shots and leave the whole room jumpin’
i’ll pull up, drop you off like the cool cousin
don’t ask who did it, don’t ask who does it
all these hundreds in my miris, turned ’em to a blue m~ffin
he missin’ rain, he finna p~wn his kit
i don’t want this lil’ ho, i’m finna p~wn my b~tch
it must be goin’ real bad, you finna p~wn your whip?
no cap, if you could, you’d probably p~wn your crib


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