| Labels said don’t talk about badness, well what’s there to rap about?
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| Fans say I’m a rapper now, still not the one, I’ll slap him out
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| One hand on her hair got her screaming «Bando», well Bando got her tappin' out
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| No scrapping now, big wey wey, no cappin' now
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| Know you do it bad like
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| Young and turnt, give half to my mother
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| I pray every night for my brother, I got him until death, got him like no other
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| I can’t make you my baby mother, so I pull out and bust on the cover
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| Bussa, shutter, littest right now so the opps didn’t suffer
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| (Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
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| Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
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| I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy
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| (Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
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| Money can’t buy you the world
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| But it sure can buy you a brand new woosh
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| You ain’t ever had to run into an opp, see the whole road tryna run and push
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| Manage my ting like my broski
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| Driving schools, gotta give it to Kush
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| If I had feds running me down, I’m gonna have to dash the whole pack in the bush
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| (Yo Bando) I still see my cats and give them change
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| Out there tryna do an exchange, I asked for some grub, these cats want change
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| Strange
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| Backroad ting won’t do on the mains
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| Play with the fire, you’re gonna get flamed
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| Chest shot, neck shot, getting your brain
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| Ain’t no ketchup when they get wet up, body zipped up, can’t get up
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| Free Slim Jim, keep your head up, I love it when T think broskis fed up
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| Rich than them, get your bread up
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| Bread up, bread up, bread up
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| I love it when T 'cause he’s fed up
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| Fed up, fed up, fed up
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| (Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
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| Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
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| I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy
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| (Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie
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| First things first, if gang see a opp, reverse reverse
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| Disperse disperse, burst at shirts, fly out the dirty pirch
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| We make money and it hurts these nerds, free Slim Jim, didn’t deserve his bird
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| We lurk, we lurk,, you could call me Lz, his lucky first
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| Uh, you don’t know the half
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| Dig out ya chest and not firming it
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| Big baddy gyal, low arch,, I’ll chop, inserting it
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| Bruck down car, lurking it
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| Witcher state, I’m not purging it
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| Find a, burst at him, two dong dongs tryna put him in the permanent
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| You ain’t never flew out the ride moving violent
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| Bootings the knife things, everyone’s frightened
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| I told my bro «Don't make no noise,"then we creep up on 'em and do man silent
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| 017 when they had me indicted, everybody banging their doors 'till I’m
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| Come out the can, they got frightened, shanks and waps in the ride, come buy 'em
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| Baddie on her knees, yeah she’s tryna get busy, I told little bro «Go grab it»
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| One time done a drill, didn’t plan it, older bro told me «Chill,
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| you’re a hazard"(I know)
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| Just focus on rappin', I know he’s not cappin', get to the bag, no slackin'
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| Now and again you might find me, pray back then
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| (Ay, l-loners) So if I die, don’t hide, don’t ride, don’t lie
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| Used to ride all night like, tryna make man lean like dirty sprite
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| I was fifteen tryna be that guy, turned seventeen then I was that guy
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| (Still that guy) No lie, no lie, no lie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Lie , by - Bandokay. Song from the album Drill Commandments, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп