Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Embassy, artist - Bandgang Lonnie BandsDate of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Embassy |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Ron-Ron, do that shit |
| Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor |
| Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras |
| Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace |
| Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession |
| Huh, hold on, hey |
| I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe |
| Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh |
| She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me? |
| I just dropped my ho off at the embassy |
| I’ma cut a bitch off, she don’t make ten a week |
| You can’t make ten thousand? |
| Bitch, that pussy weak |
| Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee |
| Huh, I’ma grab a fiend and see if that bitch feelin' me |
| Hey, BandGang Mafia |
| We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia |
| Ooh, hey, nigga, BandGang Mafia |
| We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia |
| Ayy, on the Shore pourin' lines, huh |
| Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round |
| Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines |
| Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round |
| Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor |
| Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras |
| Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace |
| Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession |
| Huh, hold on, hey |
| I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe |
| Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh |
| She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me? |
| I just dropped my ho off at the embassy |
| We gon' take them pills out the presser (Out the presser) |
| I just put some pistols in my dresser (In my dresser) |
| I’ma give her molly, she my tester (She my tester) |
| I’ma break her heart, I like to test her (I like to test her) |
| We the ones applying all the pressure (All the pressure) |
| Yeah, I’m walkin' 'round with my compressor (Got that stick) |
| I swear I kill a nigga if I’m pressured (If I’m pressured) |
| I just want some money, not no pleasure (Not no pussy, bitch) |
| Damn, lil' shawty cold in any weather (Any weather) |
| She runnin' up a bag, I’m finna fuck her off a Tesla (Run it up) |
| I just put it on the scale, we finna measure |
| Get it out the pot, you know I scrape out all the extras |
| Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor |
| Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras |
| Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace |
| Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession |
| Huh, hold on, hey |
| I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe |
| Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh |
| She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me? |
| I just dropped my ho off at the embassy |
| Dope on the counter, get me by the hour |
| Wash my dick in the sink, baby, I ain’t get to shower |
| I’m janky, take a nigga life for the power |
| I’m sellin' mid packs, hundred packs of the sour |
| Shred a nigga, dead a nigga |
| How you turn your back? |
| I went and fed you niggas |
| You a fed, wish I never met you, nigga |
| And you dead if I ever catch up with you |
| I’m with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami |
| BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies |
| I’m with Lonnie, Hellawave like tsunami |
| BandGang countin' bands, man, motherfuck the johnnies |
| Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor |
| Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras |
| Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace |
| Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession |
| Huh, hold on, hey |
| I can’t tell you niggas not one recipe |
| Huh, hey, I can’t let these niggas get the best of me, huh |
| She said, «You ain’t no real P,» why this bitch testin' me? |
| I just dropped my ho off at the embassy |