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| Ayy
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| Bro got chest he a bullseye (Boom)
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| When he saw it was red like a bullseye (Bow)
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| Come a long way from school fights
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| Now I just jump out the ride make corn fly
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| KMT they quote life
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| Pop up blast a .45
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| Open the chest no Fortnite
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| They ain’t come back in over fortnite
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| (Bando)
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| They ain’t come back in two weeks
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| We ain’t throwing no corn from
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| Ay bro slid out of the Hoopty
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| Truthfully he ain’t tryna slap no groupie
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| But he’s slapping it off, anyone lack he’s packing em off
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| Bro with the dots he’s tapping it off
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| Bow, bow, clapping it off (Bop, bop)
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| How many times did we did it, bro rise it and fling it infront of civilians
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| (Ayy who)
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| Jump out the 5 door civic
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| Last time that we did it bro caught him a chinging (Blow)
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| Step in the ride with the biggest
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| Spinning and drilling I’m hoping it hit em (Big)
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| Big ting, kick em
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| Free bro S done unlimited chingings
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| Bro slapped at him, I’m tryna get man’s neck back (Ayy, Ayy)
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| Fire, fire, touching a minor’s an instant Get Back
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| Bun after bun make you tek that
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| Convert Bando need tek chat
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| Do what I want big man disrespect that
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| Sit him down wet that clart man’s head back
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| Wap comes dark as Jet Black
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| Got me waving my hand in the air, make man disappear, but I ain’t no wizard
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| (Haha)
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| But we stay with sticks like witches, circle around where the fuck these niggas
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| (Where they at)
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| Causing collisions, the audience witness, run a man down for my siblings (I
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| will)
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| Real give you shivers, boop boop hop back in the dingers
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| And if you talk on my name best come with some facts though
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| Tell em lean back like Fat Joe
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| Call him a bird or afro
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| We hold green in the field like ascro
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| Glizzy and B getting burn like hash smoke
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| Bro hit his back bro
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| Take that backroad
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| Hitting the booth if this tracks cold
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| Come, come, come pick up your bredrin
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| You left him, leaving your friends unaccepted
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| My steppers are reckless anyone gets this bug no infection
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| Dottys, FNs, West’n, trip on your block get severed
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| We stepped him, flexes straight if you reach for my necks
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| Bro say drill like the devil
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| Young black rebel
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| No we can’t settle
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| Took man’s eye start kettle
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| Stingy no metal
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| Bag gang sell these pedals
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| Bag it and sell these pebbles
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| Rip through skin and show man levels
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| Rip through skin and show…
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| Bro got the farm all lit
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| You ever been on stage tryna spoke your flick
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| How many times we risen a stick
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| Bro banged off the ting and aired at that strip
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| Slap off the masher won’t stop til it pings
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| If you know what I mean real gunman bits
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| Spun that whip and they ran real quick
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| Ever been in a ride tryna turn man spliff
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| Yo, energy, energy
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| I hope you remember me
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| They got pops laid back in the cemetery
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| Sip on rays and pour some Hennessy
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| Bro locked in the wing like Tennessee
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| Lz hopped out and got there ahead of me
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| There’s only one Bando they copy my damn flow
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| Right know this bludclart telling me
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| Gully creeper
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| Want a beater
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| All lights out like Fifa
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| Waps in drawers and eater
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| You ever got heat and stepped with a heater
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| Jump out the car then skeet fast
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| Me, I ain’t runnin watch a bullet just keep up
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| You ain’t never seen no bigmatic meter
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| The corn gon tek out your hair and
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| I won’t pay for no onlyfans
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| But I’ll pay for
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| And my broski tease he still wants man duppy
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| Girl on the net we don’t know these man
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| I want a big crib, you should know me fam
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| Guns, bells, drugs, girls
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| My opps are broke it’s only gang
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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullseye, artist - Bandokay. Album song Drill Commandments, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп