Lyrics:
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)
Big bounce, on my cardio
Pumpin' gas, no narco
I be ridin' fast like Mario
Countin' up blue bands
Block
Boy Anthem
Puna boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
From the spot where the hustlers
And all of the bangers be
If
First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some
like Osama man
Y'all ain't even touch 10 racks talking 100 bands
I just filled up my pants did my money dance
Broke boy wilding on the gram he don't
ching
You a bad shawty pin you down
Put you in a ring ring
Get dolled up nails done by ling ling
We only going up like a swing swing
Baby you drive me
and bro fed his
Had a dream like MLK that feds let a young nigga beef
She bad, she can't be bae cah bands make her dance like Juicy J
She made for
girl
Came to the city at 3
Cos her parents wanted to see
What their sons and daughters could be
By getting degrees they wouldn’t get in their Motherland
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
do the drill all by myself ion need no friends
Bitch im with lil Yay we shooting shit just like its nba
lil 5ive be marching band he coming through
the dead
And the spirit's unclean
Refreshing your purpose
We be the push by any means
Sharpened like a trust fall for all to see
Hey look at me I been in
Slide to the crib like I'm giving eviction
I got some wings and I fly like a pigeon
Spread my wings and fly, nah
It be by my side, yeah
And I'm rocking
All the long lived nights
That we spent
She been chosen
By all the lames
In the streets
We be going
Up way on a swing
I be knowing
She'd Lie to me
junker drinking
Do it like Mike or Myth when I swing this
And suttin' ain't right, but I couldn't be right
Cah suttin' got diced, a nigga just limping
Formally known by the name Sam
(Beat The Beat Up Like I'm Bam Bam)
Kill the beat with my man Kham
I don't see you got my Ray Bands
Moving the cards like I
the sabotage while the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like camouflage
You be wondering what's happened
consisting of bands
I'm not in a band uhh
I be a murderous man
Just robbin your fans like
Arrowhead golden state
Rockin up in yo bed
Yeah she fold in place
history yes
Do you plan on making bands by the
Minute yes
Broken legs but I'll still stand follow
The prerogative is your band as big
As your knowledge is
swing humble
But i should tell these boys that i been the shit
That bitch flip if i say it do, you can ask god
Cuz i witnessed it
Did this shit and imma
flooded my room with the fits
Its bands after bands never quit
Eyes redder than Uchiha
Dreads swing like a rasta
Do my dirty work I'm massa
You can run but
don't tell none
So this here is the only I'm sane
So play it cool ("Cool) or you'll be heading for the dead pool
I play it cooler than a band in
be one, we'll beat one
To see one and meet one
You'd really have to beat us to the punch
We'll swing next and only once
We're the boss, finish with
dirty stick
My niggas love them a switch
They fingers be tweaking it itch
Lil dirty slut
Keep that shit real as a buck
We swing on your ass
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