Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weird, artist - Bandgang Lonnie BandsDate of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weird |
| Lonnie pimpin' bitches, think he weird, ayy |
| I been fuckin' bitches with my beard, ayy |
| Drinkin' Qualitest, not no beer, ayy |
| Pour another four up, nigga, cheers, ayy |
| Bro just caught a body, ain’t get no tear, ayy |
| Pourin' Moet out like it’s beer |
| Hey, I been fuckin' this nigga mama here for years, hoo |
| I just got a chopper from my peers, ho |
| Finna shoot an opp, not no deer, huh |
| Sada got the drake, 'bout to scuba dive |
| Lonnie flex on hoes like Lex Lugar now |
| Mas' leanin' hard, think he tryna commit suicide |
| Ain’t no doors on my whip 'less they suicide |
| I get money now, I used to get scrutinized |
| And I’ll make a nigga bitch get her tubes tied |
| Ooh, make his bitch stuff these pills on this smooth ride |
| Look in her eyes, told the bitch she got the juice now |
| Yeah, bitch, I’m the truth, I’m the proof, huh |
| Yeah, free D, fuck 12, RIP Proof, huh |
| Lil' bitch didn’t go to Yale, had the truth, huh |
| Shoot my gun, not no ones, you a fool, huh? |
| I got two pounds of Runtz in the booky-bag |
| Nigga probably mad at gang 'cause we took his cash |
| Ooh, we sold his ass a Rollie and we took it back |
| And I’ma cut the next pack with the Ex-Lax |
| She know I’ma hit it right 'cause I left a bag |
| Huh, kissed her in the mouth, her lil' sexy ass |
| She went and told all her friends, her lil' messy ass |
| Send my bitch at the nigga with his trickin' ass |
| Huh, take that nigga Rollie, we gon' do the dash |
| Try to play me out my paper, I do your ass |
| Skip school, kept a tool, still good at math |
| Niggas actin' like my jurors, need to get a bag |
| Boy, you ain’t foolin', lil' nigga, that’s a tick Rollie |
| Sock a nigga right up in his mouth like I’m Mick Follie |
| Skinny Rockstar jeans but you know them strips on me |
| This an MJ Glock but it got Ginobili (Woah) |
| Know I’m probably goin' to Hell, chop left him hole-y (Woah) |
| Bitch, I live by the motto if I show, I’m blowin' |
| Like tell your bitch that I like her, lick her pussy slowly |
| Masked up, mankind, I Geronimo him |
| That nigga lame, I ain’t lyin', so I gotta ho him |
| Rockstar jogger suit, chopper rock and roll him |
| PK say he got some Wockhardt, Waka Flocka four me |
| Make your block look like Die Hard if Young Sada on it, huh |
| Just know we 'bout to score if Big Lonnie on it, ooh, ayy |
| Two-tone forty, it got bodies on it |
| And your bitch doin' the dougie, ladi-dadi on her, ooh, ayy |
| Threw her on the pole, not no money on her |
| Lil' bitch say come over and I came on her |
| R. Kelly on that bitch, I might rain on her |
| Need my money in all hundreds, not no money order |
| Leave the bank, a nigga can smell that money odor |
| Hit your bitch in the head, fuck up her weak closure |
| Put your ass on the news, let you get the exposure |
| Pull up to the candlelight, shootin' niggas' soldiers, money |