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1G Flea Bandz

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1G Flea Bandz


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Thousand Gang Fleabans, bitch
Ayy, we got him on this one
Bitch, I'm brazy, I get mad, I might smack a judge
High scope on that pump, bitch, I'm at Merfug

I was young, they told me to say no to drugs
Growing up in the streets, yeah, that's all it was
Both my parents smoked crack and I sold some
Get popped on sight for trying to catch a buzz

All my niggas bought a bag, let's run it up
Thought we ain't know who, we just doing the way we f*ck it up
Fat Cam said to play Nipsey, so let's double up
Me and Brazen tripping off Molly

We need some gum, got your bitch with my bitch
We finna have some fun
My white boy smoked some Russ, damn, that broke his lung
Ayy, stop that broke shit

Yeah, you see that big 4'5 poking
In case you ain't notice
Chillin' on top of Taliban, bitch, you see it poking
Spend my night vision in the light to catch you open

Bitch, let me blow him like the no cap that we smoking
Little baby on my skin like lotion
She drop on her knees and catch my C like she open
Bitch, suck me

She ain't hit my line, it's a drop what I told him
Ayy, sold nothing what I sold him
Sometimes, you gotta know when to hold him
Ayy, like dice, hot flea roll

No cap, there's no cap where I'm smoking
Just f*ck your rap, bitch, and I'll pull it out or sew in
You the type don't get no ass and beat your dick with lotion
I ain't gonna lie, a lot of shit went down on Coleman

Just know that we changed the name to Rosy
Seen bro let his dope sit for an hour and he moan you
Seen the fiend nod off and go into a coma
Since show strong, he showing signs of corona

The C fucking with the dawg, not no Saint Bernard
Dope came soft, give me a minute, we gon' make it hard
Spend the shit good with the fork, almost broke the jar
Happy as hell, junkie came through with a 8 of bars

100 for 100 football, she ain't get no bars
50 shots coming out quick from the PLR
F*ck around and pull a nigga strings but I don't play guitar
F*ck up, blew a nigga brains out and shooting out no car

Go home, sleep good, watch the news in the morning
Niggas call themselves shooters, type of shoot from the corner
Dope that I got right now, this shit I don't even snort
How the f*ck you call yourself a plug-in on the cop in the corner

Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border
I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter
Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border
I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter

Yeah, what's good Flea
You know I had to come f*ck with you
810 shit

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Written by: Andre Epps

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