Lyrics:
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Neck full of gold
Why my whip go fast
And it full of hoes
Why my bands baby blue
Why are my ends never ending
Why are my friends all pretending
Why
Worked down Mississippi
California too.
Worked all night and day babe,
play a little blues for you.
Worked south of the border,
up in Chi-town
Like walking in the bank greet me by my first
Depositing these bands money counter burst
I know that she regret watching my rebirth
Of course
Negative
the marching band.
Eleven dancing girls in the pink and blue
And they're smiling
The sun's on the new polished brass.
Half a dozen flutes and the lonely sound
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
making they hand spin
If it's gang gang
My nigga come throw some bands in
Invest in a school downsize from all the mansion
Beautiful estate but really
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
or spangy the opps can't stand me
'Cause I make corn run through his flats
Corn just blew his hat
Bros tryna kill blue
Like I make all of them yutes want
little by little
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little
But you knew
the bugle plays
A sound that you'll remember all your days
And when you see that leader proudly raise his hand
Just follow the band
Hear the trumpet blast,
I'm just making my green in the scene
Got a new bad bitch built like Android 18
All of these bands that I touch
All of these bands that I touch
All
them cool
If I had my way, we would have stayed
Brass music by the pool, won't you dive into?
The deep sea blue, can you feel it too?
Girls by the pool,
Arnold Layne, of Pepperland, had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played
Arnold Layne of Pepperland had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played those
in my door
This club revolves around you, kid
Everybody in the city feels it
You got the band spinnin' twisted
By the way you move
This club revolves
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We
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Betta get your sleep in the day
Cause you sho' ain't sleepin' at night
The brass band's ready to play
Snake dancin'
the band starts playing
Remember, when we get there, honey
Two-steps, I'm goinna have 'em all
Gonna dance out both my shoes, have mercy
When they play
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
And they all stood around
And stared at me
Two brunettes and a blonde
Then the old brass shrugged and said
We don't know where she's gone
Later on I
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
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[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
Five years on the wide open spaces
Was all that my poor heart could stand,
Every night as I lay on my pillow,
I would dream of my Blue Velvet Band
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