| M1 on the beat
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| Bando
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| Ay ay
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| Gang shit
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| Yo
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| I still need P like Diddy, if you ain’t got P, you’re ready
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| Go wet man down like a jersey, I’m praying he ends up in a telly
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| He got assault tryna come out and welly, sticky, now he got holes in his belly
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| Take off bare trap get shelly, swear I’m the one, I ain’t talking Headie (One)
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| (Ay)
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| Slow down miss, you’re too inner, don’t worry about how many mans in my chinger
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| 180 degrees that dinger, I’m sorry not sorry like Bryson Tiller (Spin it)
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| I remember that day was a thriller, bro popped off, blood flow like a river
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| Four man, two shanks, one spinner, the driver’s looking around for a figure
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| Duck, I ain’t tryna box right now
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| No way you’re akhz, send bro right 'round
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| I gave Key leng and it gave her clout
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| Fuck that drop, no dingers about
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| Fill it, fill it, bring that out
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| (Mooh, glee) Air that now
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| He ain’t got heart but he got bare mouth
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| Fashion killer, she love my style (Ay ay) (Yo)
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| Them men ain’t got heart like Kevin, he’s leaving his brethren, like slow down
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| my yute
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| Feds swear they ain’t screaming Pyru, typhoon or a vesper tryna find you
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| We don’t rap nonsense, I ain’t like you
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| Fight who? |
| Bro wet that, it went right through (Ching ching)
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| Free Slim Jim, he don’t fight too, pretty old one, told brother she’s like you
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| Pretty and bad, pretty and mad, sad, if you ain’t got no guap (Brass)
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| Moment of silence, I heard that the yute got done in the shop
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| Girl on my block and they love milly rock, flex with gang, send hits in New York
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| Stop, two got hit in their top, send enough for corn on every opp block
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| Just see opps so spin the car 'round, bloaw, that’s how the spinner gon' sound
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| Two hands on this thing like the Queen in the south, don’t mean no bitch tryna
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| beaten it out
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| Cutie a thing, we gon' skeet it around, my ching chong sauced, I’m cleaning it
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| down
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| Drip drip, that’s great, gunshot one reason to help
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| Man grew up in the farm estate, best guard your face when I blast that gauge
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| In the car with a star, no wraith, gonna dig man’s rast, make him Harlem shake
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| I don’t know 'bout them, we don’t par with the jakes
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| Man roll with the red, they’re target face
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| Don’t come into man, you ain’t styling or brave
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| Could be the wrong path and the last you take
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| Creep, who’s tryna let that speak?
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| Skeet (Skee), she all on me
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| Christian Lou', rude skeet
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| She rude and dead, move, leave
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| Teddy with a bruckshot, big man jump off, we won’t do womp ups, let that breathe
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| The gyal gets shy when I’m in that scene, she can’t get cuffed if she from IG
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| Your boyfriend bad, but Loski badder, mazza, big skee skee your spragga
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| Trapper, school days Hannah Montana
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| Dance, turn any boy Mick Jagger
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| Run up where? |
| Send shot, get badder
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| Ain’t ching shit for the block and manor
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| Bob the Builder, up that ladder
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| There’s scrap pack, not Michael Dapper
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| Bro just got the drop on the opps, slap bells on the Glock and I’m beating this
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| shotty
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| Copy, done it ASAP like Rocky, done it and 'caused mans stress in Totty (Bare
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| stress)
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| My lil' bro love splashing, a hobby, tell him cooled down, get rich like Roddy
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| (Ricch)
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| Bodies bodies, we drop bodies, sorry to say we’re not sorry |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sorry Not Sorry , by - Bandokay. Song from the album Drill Commandments, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп