Lyrics:
of me
Got a plug for the eighth on the low
Yeah they mad so now they wanna hate
But they know
All we see is blue faces at shows
That shorty is replacing
of the kush
Couple Bands on
I'm rocking all of the Gucci
Brown and asian
I'm fallin love with that pussy
I'm fuckin brown and she bushy
She like how I roll
bag's VP Had
I just robbed a nigga who tryna serve the same head we had
Make my heads bring blue Hundred, I don't like green bands
Damn, I don't pop blue
this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
Pull up and hop out a porch
100 bands just scored
Blue hunnets need more
Young boy coming straight from the floor
Trap house 3rd floor
Remember
don’t wanna
The band’s more than alright
And the groove is tight, so
I will take her hand, pull her in
Make her smile, make her spin as you sit idly by
to see success you found the right man
But please excuse me
We can talk later cause at the moment got
Dubai plans on gang
Diamond hands hodl hella bands
I
couches, ounces, by the fountain
On James all night man, it’s going down
Sacked up, band up
Vic higher than a truck
30 in the 40,
Try to rob,
I’ll cock
through
(Joey, huh)
Hundred bands after hundred bands
Nigga fronted you, you did the running man
Sticked up like a marching band
We rolling deep like
lit out
As long as you stay by my side
You aint gotta trip out
Na
Cuz baby its just me and you aye
And im counting all the bands
Little shawty throwin
from my iPhone
I'ma take it one-two way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool, as I blew by
the hand,
Don’t let the man come for his bands, he be hating
Coded lyrics in a climate, jaded,
Them man trap off of cards,
Yu-Gi-Oh basics,
I got broads in
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
she next to me
Ask me what I'm doing
Say I'm counting up them bands
Yea I get to it
She say I know you the man
Don't you act stupid
Don't you play that
so it don't tick tock
Said you getting hella bread but we know you not (Not)
Counting up hunnit blues rubber band to tight (Tight)
Counting up hunnit
hard count the bands now
Man it's so ironic how I had to go sell bag just to go secure the bag now
Show money I don't need that I make more money where
gotta place, you should go to Sam's
You ain't gotta band hit up will.i.am
And I won't forget
They encourage people over there to eat by
Scream it sing it
got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga
Like Fifthy Cent bitch I'm The Man
My niggas spinning like the fan
Crush a nigga like a can
She obsessed she like "Stan"
Follow me I got the plan, he
the youngest of the band,
A deft touch, beyond his years, he’s a real steady hand
James evolution Pheasant, he’s the bass man through and through
He’s got
a very bad guy
Very bad man
You can tell I'm wicked from the blood on my hands
You can tell im rich from these big blue bands
I can tell he know me I can
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick
loves, fill your hearts
Let us see them all
Band together, no man left alone
Till one by one we fall
See our souls, through the eye of the storm
Lest we
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