| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
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| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
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| Makin' some noise just like the ambulance
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| I put them g’s on niggas head just like it’s Pakistan
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| My team been ballin' since the 80's like Los Angeles Rams
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| My pack touched down way in St. Louis, send them all these grams
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| I started off beefin' wit choppa’s now I need a lamb
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| Bitch I’m greedy 'bout my dollas so I’m goin' ham
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| If you ain’t gon' sell no drugs then homie we ain’t friends
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| Flew one dozen turtle doves inside a Dodge Ram, and they get jammed
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| Might trap some shells, they’ll wet you up like clams
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| You know I bang with Wu-Tang just like the fuckin' clan, no method man
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| If you ain’t got that paper why you pussies playin'?
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| Boy yo' life is very plain but me I had a plan
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| I’m finna go and hit a trap out of a sprinter van
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| I never bend around JC but know the
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| My lil' hook is poppin' beezy got 'em jigglin'
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| My lil' hook is poppin' beezy got 'em jigglin', cuz I’m a pimp
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| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
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| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
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| I got bitches in the trenches
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| I got chickens in the kitchen
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| I got 50 in my britches
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| I can get it out these bitches
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| I can whippin'
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| Watch me grow it watch me clip it
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| Watch me order it and ship it
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| Watch me vacuum seal and zip it
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| Zip it, zip it, never snitch it
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| Designer stitchin' by my zippers
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| Cali nigga, LA Clippers
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| In Atlanta with some strippers
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| She gon' fuck her friend and kiss her
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| When I’m gone she sendin' pictures
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| She get lit of all the liquor
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| She gon' rob me like a
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| She gon' buy me that new Fisker
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| If she like me I could pimp her
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| Give her pointers when I’m with her
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| That’s the only time I tip her
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| Baby told me in September
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| When I get out in November
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| She’ll be pregnant by December
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| I say it’s a wrap by Christmas
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| It’s green like the Grinch’s shit
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| Green Bay Packers clenchin' shit
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| Partaking no licks and shit
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| Bang, bang, bang, no witnesses
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| Flexin' all my business, shit
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| Tattoos on my face and shit
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| Whatchu' gon' do when you get old?
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| Jewelry on my dentures bitch
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| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans
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| I’m makin' bands, I’m makin' bands
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| Nigga you ain’t touchin' paper we ain’t shakin' hands
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| You can watch me cook the cake up, imma bake them grams
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| I got that lean, that Percocet, and I got all them xans |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Makin Bands , by - 03 Greedo. Song from the album Purple Summer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп