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Bandz

Yo Gotti

223

2018

nigga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself
I'll do anything for you baby you know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Gucci they like "sir

23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all

Rubberband Banks

Young Dro

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all

love of a nation
Symbolized by a flag with fifty five-point stars in a rectangular configuration
TV stations mold the mind of men and women and small

Backwards

Gucci Mane

Backwards

crashin', I ain't even dissin' (Crash)
Heard you drop somethin', I ain't even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups

a mind confused 

Love is the pleasures untold 
And for some love is still a band of gold 
My love has no reason has no rhyme 
My love crossed the double

I get you touched by my little homie
I said I'm Band God and you little homie
Free Sheano wit that Mac boy I did this for him
Cause ima Band Boy,

I'm a hood nigga
Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya
Tryna make a way
Live another day
Fucked up by a stray
Pray for better
I'm a hood nigga

An incredible teacher

She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get

She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year

just sad 'cause you too blind to see
So many people they would love to have your spot
Don't wanna hear it, you've been fucking up a lot
'Posed to be

Street Life

Rick Ross

Port of Miami [Clean]

2006

nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll

Mo Reala

Future

TrapHolizay

2018

all I know)
What up
It's sad to say that
Hendrix
This couldn't be love, man
This couldn't be love

Check out the way I be glistening yah

I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand
Hoping a little, cutie girl would come and give me her hand
I'm just a sad boy in a sad emo band

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

the percs and the xans
Fuck this shit up by tomorrow
Bring out the cameras like it's only fans
This shit ain't gone come wit a dance
But I got the bands no

out on the Street
Huh, urh urh urh urhuh urh
I was raised by two Brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell they fucking drove me

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

Right game but the wrong nigga to talk bout.

Same day he told her that he love her he got walked down.

Shawty in her feelings she had blood all

Ain't no love if you broke
Yeah this shit just sad
I bet another nigga will fuck your girl if you go to jail
That's the motion
Just never let them feed

laugh and music plays 
I stumble by and I hide my pain 
The lights are lit, the moon is gone 
I think I've crossed the Rubicon
I walk the streets of love

for me you can find me in the streets

Run through bands
I got so much weight in Ian's, go ask Bud or Skeng
I swear I could've broke my hands
Up

Of wheat
Delete
Just rinse
Repeat
Produce
The streets
My money making money
So it stacks
And Benjamin be
Everywhere I'm at
All these rubber bands
All these

the most
Im the shit either way
Yeah they wanna stay by myside cause i can get rich anyday
Grind till the end of the day
I count my bands why niggas hate

100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
Break in my crib
I aint treating you like brother man
Cometheziene spilled in the limousine
And I'm Smoking gas
And its