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even know how to tell time
Look at our time
Cause the watch say bust down and
The whole band is drumline
Me and my nigga, Rozay that's my nigga
D-Boy

I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you

up my refrain 
It's what they want. 
The band plays while the ship goes down. 
(The ship goes down. The ship goes down.)

"I hate that dude now

Why dem boy wanna hate on man
I put bands in elastic bands
Got bagged tryna make some bags
She tryna cuff me wanna take both hands
Front on me make

Keep on Pushin' Love

Daryl Hall & John Oates

Ooh Yeah!

1988

for you daddy)
Work it for you daddy
All night
Leather boy makes the metal scene
He want to party with the band
Have the hot chicks scream
Man

Niggas always talking big talk I just want some bands
Girls be playing games like jigsaw got me in a trance
People fake and I see right through it I

All these people countin' likes I'm just out here countin' bands
Funny how they never thought I'd be the man
Now they see I'm influential and they wanna

I’m tryna count a hundred bands
A hundred bands in my hands
That’s the only thing gone keep me out dat jam
Soon as you go Diamond 
Then everybody

and Muslims
And Baptists of all kinds
Catholic girls and Amish boys
Who've left their plows behind
Up there in the choir
Singing side by side
Wondering

the Women
Ain’t Getting money You boys Looking sour
I’m trying to find out new ways To get paid
You chilling there getting paid by The hour
I’m getting

Bad Birthday Bash

The Vandals

When in Rome Do as the Vandals

1984

be mellow, but how could I know

I just wanted a band 
To play my favorite song 
I thought that it would be mellow
But boy was I wrong 

Asked

type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
We got plenty guns
We tote f&ns
I’m trynna spinna again

Y 
Ugly
Need a mint or somethin'
Like real live disgustin'
Bands come by the dozen
You smokin' bring the bud in 
I just started buzzin'
Turning of my

I'm locked in the lab like I'm goin spike lee
If you still don't believe don't come by me
Bond over hate that's a fan club
Stay in my line like a band

Yeah
It's your boy Big Guala Yo man
Mr. Ya Digg himself man
Real North Dallas n**** man
Ya Digg Mane
No flauging on the P man, that s*** can be

Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer

Been stacking like frito lay, two duffel bags and a briefcase
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H, run it

of y'all got a bag in safe
How many of y'all go to work every day
Got it in a shoe box by the stereo place and
Working on another spot that's gone be out

OG Got the sauce boy
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Ohhh
I just caught up a band
I just caught up a band
(okay okay)
I just caught up a band
I just caught

steady screaming
Nigga going to run out the way uh i got a whole lot of K's uh
I pour that lean by the case uh i thumb them bands by the face
Anthony

some ,Spacccce
I need that house over there by the lake
Gotta make my lil boy & momma , Straightttttttt
so ima just do what it take
My sister got 2 so

nigga
I don't give a fuck
Two bands on a Perc', Christian Louboutin
Shit, nigga hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give

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

a rubber band?
He always gone
But this his home
She don't understand
Mama sad her baby boy
A fucking drug dealer
Lil bruh been outside
He ain't got no plug