Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bando, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie.
Date of issue: 29.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bando |
Spending nights in the bando, woah |
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up |
Know that’s the lingo, woah |
Spending nights in the bando, woah |
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up |
Know that’s the lingo, woah |
If you understand the definition of a real nigga |
We could chill, we could hang though, woah |
Gotta understand that business only business |
Nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends though, no |
This is nights in the bando, woah |
Nights in the bando, this ice got my hands froze |
Kites to the can 'til all my niggas land home |
Grind 'til I afford the drop, I’m working like I’m on the clock |
Stir it when the water hot, bag it and serve it on the spot |
I’m just bar teasing, you could tell the squad eating |
Ton of cash, hundred bags, you’d think we robbed Nieman’s |
Don season, get your bitch and your jewelry took |
Killers in the courtroom, got the jury shook |
I let this fully cook, give a fuck how a bully look |
They tryna figure out how much holes the back of his hoodie took |
Now that’s the meaning of a death wish |
Fully loaded nina leave his head split |
Look how I’m dressed bitch, you expect me to stress shit? |
Ho relax, half a stack just for the left kick |
A nigga living what he rhyming 'bout |
Lord forgive me, I let killers in my mama’s house |
Spending nights in the bando, woah |
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up |
Know that’s the lingo, woah |
That’s the lingo |
Spending nights in the bando, woah |
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up |
Know that’s the lingo, woah |
If you understand the definition of a real nigga |
We could chill, we could hang though, woah |
Gotta understand that business only business |
Nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends though, no |
Spendin' nights in the bando, woah |
Spending nights in the bando, woah |
Told my nigga through the phone I got something in the oven cooking up |
Know that’s the lingo, woah |
If you understand the definition of a real nigga |
We could chill, we could hang though, woah |
Gotta understand that business is just business |
Nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends though, no |
This is nights in the bando, woah |
I know you think I’m just talking |
We could meet up wherever you niggas want then |
Got me feeling like Dre in Straight Outta Compton |
Got me feeling like making Straight Outta Bronx and |
I don’t think they understand though |
Why my niggas moving keys like they playing pianos |
Baking soda on the floor when I step in the bando |
They think I’m Illuminati with this eye on my kenzo |
And the way I take your bitch I make you think it’s simple |
When she take me to her crib, slide my dick on her dimple |
Guess she thought that I was rich, I was driving a rental |
Now I’m with my nigga Bubba boolin' in the Benzo |
Get the fuck up out your feelings nigga |
Get some fucking money those |
My brothers, if I got it they get anything from me |
Same Balmains every day, niggas think I’m bummy |
Same jeans for a week, they cost seventeen hundred, ah |