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of regret
It holds court
It crooks its finger and
Beckons me in

It looms a history
Of itself
And it bandies me about
It looms a history
Of itself
And bandies

Held back and held down
The haderachs on the ground
Being shut down by a pound
Of lyrics in his mouth
I'll shout
And bandy about
While in doubt
That

carry me out
bandy about

Dog in the yard, is it always this hard?
stay right here till the coast is clear

Wily dog
weirdo
you jumped the fence

This is the tale of a young man
Whom for legal purposes we shall be calling Kreg
Seeing as we cannot bandy about his identity so..
Frivolously...
Now

you're lost in reverie 
when you're going out
do you ever think of me
or bandy it about

let it out 
let yourself breathe for a minute
let it out -

Don't call me cute
That is one word
That I take offense to
Girls bandy it about
It has so many definitions

Babies are cute
So is anything too small

after another thing
I think I'm starting to crack
And you can't blame me for wondering
If I'll ever get my life back

Well I'm not here to bandy

about, no questions to bandy around
I'd give up my questions, for that soft sanguine sound
I wouldn't feel anxious, I wouldn't feel proud

So I wish I were

of the G-Wagon
You know, you know we on that AMG shit

Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy

runnin' your purse, empty it all out, then your crib
She said I act like a child, baby go and grab my bib
I got bandies on my mind, you got bandos' for your

that's falling on the barn so dim and still 
Bandy and Bear are barking at the goats out in the field
And I know that I'll be welcome when I knock upon

had her baby she'd forgot about the day that the
Wisecrack would come back to pick up his prize
She cried out "please don't take him away"
I'll give

give you Ebola
Oh yeah oh yeah
You know that I flow yeah

Fuck all you, dame candy
I don't know but I need bandy's
I think Imma pop Xannies
Wait a sec,

Both (Remix)

Lil Wayne

Both

this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm

Both

Gucci Mane

The Return of East Atlanta Santa

2016

the manager?
I keep throwin' rubber bandies up
Hoe, pull your panties up
'Cause you fuck like a granny fuck
You're just an amateur
This Patek Philippe gon'

prezentuje się za barem
Ja na salę tu serwuję jakbym miał niezłe fale
Latynoski taniec ona ze mną w rytm samby
Prawie cały wieczór obijałem się o bandy

the night, I'll feel alright, with you beside me, please don't remind me
About my sorrows, until tomorrow, I can't avoid them, I think I hoard them
I feel like

Nobody use to have faith in me
Cooking up in the studio like a bakery
Careless what they say about me
Ima keep on making on this money
Big appetite

Nobody use to have faith in me
Cooking up in the studio like a bakery
Careless what they say about me
Ima keep on making on this money
Big appetite

is extra
If you about it then you about it
All that talking shit is federal
Got a problem then come check me
All that chit chat hoes is messy
I ain't

don’t it’s amnesia
Run it up, run it up, word to Adidas
All day I dream about
Stacking this cream up
These rappers wan flex
But can’t pay for the feature

Niggas talkin' bout my exes, she ain't mine if I ain't cuff
I made some bandies in some days, but I don't think that shit enough
Never press bout

about a kit
and if you talking about the goat it better be about the kid
I been flying off the handle I just took a handful
Hotter than a candle, I been

I was thinking it's about time I addressed it
How I never made time damn I look pathetic
But it was harder on me
To look you into the eyes 
And see