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Ya ya 
Pull up in my band ones with a bad one
Friend acting foul that's and and one 
Yeah what 
Lil boy you a sad son 
Ya ya 
Watch ya mouth see him

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

gon' get bands
Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten
It just me and my dog in that mofuckin' Benz
I can't wait for my dog to get out that fuckin'

I danced with Swayze
Every night when I was ten?
And while girls all flocked to boy bands
Jagged Little Pill was my jam

Did you know that

Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night

town
But a sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

raging, and all the walls are down…
Another door is breaking, and all the boys around
Watching her son go by, waving goodbye…

It’s all by yourself you’ll

we're the Band of the 15th Mile, boys
The Band of the 15th Mile
Kick 'em to the plaza with a rebel song
And leave 'em in a joy-strewn pile
Well they come

stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack
Y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands
Y'all can't even see me

Young boy counting commas on commas on commas on commas
Bitch take a trip Bahamas
Bitch on my hump like llama
Run up the bands to the bay
Your momma some

(Curve, curve, curve)
Now that hoe mad treat her like she 'ont exist uh
Talk to my boy think I'm Future (I'm Future)
Told him don't cuff she belong

count up)
Rubber band, duffle bag, count up the money
(Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money
(Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

we'll be there soon
Yeah The gang we is some goons
Dropping bodies by the moon
Yeah
We throwing bands like running man
Do a little dance and you think

We run it up
(Aye)
I never have enough
Boy you talking smack
Get your whip
And pull up
I've been running up a check
Man I'll buy the whole store
Big

When you lost in a matrice
Take a look at your space 
Look Back I'm here standing with the band 
I'll hit you with my 55 plans 
Boy we on your convoy

I gave yo this pussy
You can stop rockin them bands you know
This boy gotta hit

I just can't give you the keys to the
Crib and the bands you know

bitch got them bands
No need for no clock she eye ball them grams
Perk tens molly coke and the xans
Cook a whole chicken in a frying pan
She keep that

karats, boy the ice sick
Ten bands on a band for some light shit
Sittin in that kitchen
What I hit the pints with
I'm so motherfuckin' high, i'm a flight

You drivin' slow
You ain't gon' win
You are not straight
You from the bend
Now hold up wait
I cannot send
I gotta' go
I got the plan

I get the
Bands

a damn about whatever you sayin' (Ey ey)
The more I'm getting bigger is the more that you hatin' (Ey ey)
I'm in it for the bands I don't care about

Yeah Yeah
You Know I be walking with bands
I'm dripping all over the floor man
You run up I'm getting you slammed
Pick him bag him up, I ain't

guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys

I get the fifty's the hunninds keep coming
Niggas be talking bout smoke like they want it
They not in a band, but my niggas be drumming
That boy got