Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 Taliband , by - FxxxxyRelease date: 03.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 Taliband |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| If you’re pretty, thick, fine, and you got long hair |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |
| If you strip in the club and you really don’t care |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |
| Black Taliband |
| Flawssin with ISIS |
| Word round town, fuck ‘rounds |
| And weak niggas don’t like us |
| Who been on that stick talk? |
| I been on that lick talk |
| & before we drop a nigga we gon' pop up on the cops, that’s |
| How it is, fuck it is |
| Just started flexing, I might slip a disk |
| Trust no niggas, even where I live |
| But that’s the set and we in this bitch |
| ‘Sup with these cocky, fake hoes |
| That done came when you popping |
| Upset ‘cause they texts ain’t getting responses |
| I ain’t thirsty for your presence hoe I ain’t them niggas |
| Got no time to lie to you, tryna whip somethin' bigger |
| Set in that black diamonds tryna catch me a breath |
| But my soldiers dedicated so they run up a check |
| Athletic with the counterfeits, call us the nets |
| Callin' shots, two numbers, put my name under Steph, bitch |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| If you’re pretty, thick, fine, and you got long hair |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |
| If you strip in the club and you really don’t care |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |
| Yeah, Bandos, worldwide, real hoes |
| Throw bows, fuck good, stay low |
| Count dough, clap clap on twenties |
| Know plenty, got it poppin' every city |
| Like these two-one-four hoes ain’t no fake hoes |
| Three-one-owe hoe’s tryna break laws |
| Fully with the motives, get it poppin', every city |
| And I’m down for ‘em |
| So it’s fuck them other niggas |
| No one knows if these so called killers is chose |
| They all fronting like they sold four bricks on they phones |
| Where my niggas home with moms, prayin' hard they don’t fold |
| All my woadies came from mold, setting traps on they phones |
| I used to say my name twice just to feel like that nigga |
| Fast forward from the mirror, now that came to fruition |
| Where my shawty with the ex that be running his lips |
| Tell him if he fix his mouth better lick on this clit |
| Then bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it |
| Bust it, bust it, bust them legs wide open |
| If you’re pretty, thick, fine, and you got long hair |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |
| If you strip in the club and you really don’t care |
| Bend it over, wobble on it, bust it open, come on |