Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blow Dem Bands , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blow Dem Bands |
| Everything I do is ignorant |
| The way I constantly swerve and just splurge is belligerent |
| I know this shit is crazy, I know this shit is sad |
| And I can buy me a new whip if I do the whole dash |
| Crash, smash, now we in the Masi |
| Poured off a five and nigga please don’t tell nobody |
| I know I’m impatient |
| I could’ve got an Audi if a nigga fuckin' waited, mister ungrateful |
| Thousand blue faces |
| Mask and a beam, it’s an all-black occasion |
| Take it all, break him off |
| Duh we really do this shit |
| Extorting and aborting any next spin Judas’s |
| Listen here you stupid bitch |
| Mister mister mister fuckin' get dough |
| Lingo bingo, I just cracked another store |
| Pops on my knots and a couple grams of gold |
| Whoa Bo, these niggas wanna act bold |
| We keep the forty cal, my niggas wanna snatch souls |
| From mannequins to Casper the Ghost, these niggas spooked |
| Sheesh, they like Drakeo that’s you? |
| And everything is Greedy with a 2, ooh |
| I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man |
| This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand |
| Blow them bands, bands |
| Bitch we blow them bands, bands |
| I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man |
| This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand |
| Blow them bands, bands |
| We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands |
| Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands |
| We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands |
| Bitch we blow them bands, bands |
| Get a thousand from a bitch, it took her twenty-eight hours |
| For the money and the power I ain’t never been a coward |
| Sour blowin' purple flowers, talkin' reckless to a goddess |
| I respect none of these thotties, breakin' bitches is a hobby |
| Molly in the calls, roxy, now she givin' sloppy toppy |
| Talkin' 'bout you love a nigga, baby put it in my pocket |
| I just spent a couple Franklins, now a nigga back to robbin' |
| Flockin' like a couple pigeons, passin' like I’m Aaron Rodgers |
| I’m a baller lil bitch, I brought them racks out |
| Ten bands on me, no horn, but I blow loud |
| Designer on designer fit, it’s so wild, sip fours 'til I pass out |
| Wake up and bring them bags out |
| I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man |
| This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand |
| Blow them bands, bands |
| Bitch we blow them bands, bands |
| I’m like bitch, I’m the motherfuckin' man |
| This bitch actin' like this ain’t eight thousand in my hand |
| Blow them bands, bands |
| We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands |
| Blow them bands, bands, blow them bands, bands |
| We 'bout to cash out bitch, blow them bands, bands |
| Bitch we blow them bands, bands |
| You silly little rabbit, bitch it’s pops on all my knots |
| From climbin' through the window, it’s holes in all my socks |
| Mister go crazy, big money bitch, all my faces look lazy, mister pour daily |
| My ex bitches hate me, blow them bands baby |
| Twenty band statements, hanging out the base fit |
| Mister ungrateful, mister unfaithful |
| Broke bitch pay me, broke bitch pay me |