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Bando

Bando (Burmese: ဗန်တို, pronounced [bàɰ̃dò]) is a defensive unarmed martial art from Myanmar. Bando is sometimes mistakenly used as a generic word for all Burmese martial arts, but it is only one martial art; Burmese fighting systems collectively are referred to as thaing. more »

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Alright, alright, alright
Yo Genaro, yo Genaro, yo Genaro
Don't don't don't don't don't
Uh, uh, uh

Texting and texting I don't respond, she know what time I'm on
I don't got time for stress but got time for checks,so I go and make these songs
They start hating but I still feel glad
Haters real mad, hope they girl real bad

I'ma take this bitch, have her real life mad
She was emo in the net, now she real life sad
How you mad that you sent her a message
You not in the lead, try throw like a MLB

Remember at Ken Griffey's, 24's on my feet
Had me feeling like Kobe
Bitch, you got left on seen, she see the team,

Watch turn around and bust it
Since she in the prime, she can't settle for nothing
I know she a bird so we, we fucking
Bro sent a, so I know that he clutching

He tweet like a, so he know that we coming
but i'm YB
Hashtag stop the violence
Some of y'all niggas keep wilding

Some mines too so I can't keep styling
She got the Cardis, I know she got mileage
I'm in this bitch, she don't care about shit
Her fit is a message , she lit in this bitch

Don't hit my phone, no or MIA
Can't you get away from me
Don't wanna send my from like the CIA
You go wait and see

I be cooking this shit, f*ck a recipe
Leave me alone, don't message me
They love the hate, love stressing me
Nobody getting the best of me

Don't hit my phone, no or MIA
Can't you get away from me
Wanna know what's in my phone like the CIA
You go wait and see

I be cooking them shit, f*ck a recipe
Leave me alone, don't messenge me
They love to hate, love stressing me
Nobody getting the best of me

Like  A Boogie
I put on my hoodie
I walk through the rain in the jungle
Don't walk through struggles

know this  shit gon' come, gotta hustle
Why she gon' copy my swag off the muscle
How you wanna rover, but you don't got range
She just wanna message, she don't care about a thing

She was running like Sonic, now she ran out of rangs
I'm the hood til I slip, get them hyped like
Get them hyped like cocaine
Bitch got gas like propane

Niggas wanna talk, hit no stains
Niggas ain't mad, count my shit like grains of rice
Nigga got shot while he's rolling on dice
I don't speak that shit

Don't hit my phone, no or MIA
Can't you get away from me
Know what's in my phone like the CIA
You gon' wait and see

I be cooking up shit, f*ck a recipe
Leave me alone, don't message me
They love to hate, love stressing me
Nobody getting the best of me

Don't call my phone, no or MIA
Can't you get away from me
Wanna know what's in my phone like the CIA
you gon' wait and see

I be cooking up shit, f*ck a recipe
Leave me alone, don't message me
They love to hate, love stressing me
Nobody getting the best of me

Don't call my phone

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