Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow Dem Bands, artist - Drakeo The Ruler.
Date of issue: 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 |