| Remember them days when I was dead broke
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| I could not forget about my bando
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| Even the nights when it was dead cold
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| I was still trappin out the bando
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| A few months, but I lyed
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| So I put a candle in the bando
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| She ain’t wanna fuck me in my mom’s house
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| Bet that bitch bust it in the bando
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| Ain’t a place that I can’t go
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| I could never forget about my bando
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| The only place that I call home
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| Yeah, that be my bando
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| I could not forget about my bando
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| I could not forget about my bando
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| I was tryna go and get my bands up
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| But the feds, they be usin them cameras
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| Young nigga had to man up
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| Then a young nigga got his bands up
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| It was me and my man, we had a plan
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| How we gon catch a hundred bands
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| All with you, in this bando, I spent time with you
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| I ain’t ever goin spend more time with you
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| I be gettin money, that be all the truth
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| This is all the truth, this is all the truth
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| Remember them days when I was dead broke
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| I could not forget about my bando
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| Even the nights when it was dead cold
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| I was still trappin out the bando
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| A few months, but I lyed
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| So I put a candle in the bando
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| She ain’t wanna fuck me in my mom’s house
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| Bet that bitch bust it in the bando
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| Ain’t a place that I can’t go
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| I could never forget about my bando
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| The only place that I call home
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| Yeah, that be my bando
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| We got more keys than piano
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| Ran a sack up, then it’s back with Trav to the bando
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| In the kitchen, water whippin like I’m Santa
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| Got a bad lil thing, look just like J Lo
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| And I told you I’m the man
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| Hoe, I need you to stand guard, while I’m countin up these grams
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| Money counter, I can’t add up all these grams
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| I don’t believe in Jesus, so I know I’ll go to hell
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| Coke spot, I just want the money right now, dope spot
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| Nigga say he run up on my squad, no he not
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| Back on newyears eve, we was at the door
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| I don’t want to surve out the spot without you
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| I don’t wanna surve no junkies, if it ain’t with you
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| Heard I was trickin, that rumer ain’t true
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| You can’t come back in my bando
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| Remember them days when I was dead broke
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| I could not forget about my bando
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| Even the nights when it was dead cold
|
| I was still trappin out the bando
|
| A few months, but I lyed
|
| So I put a candle in the bando
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| She ain’t wanna fuck me in my mom’s house
|
| Bet that bitch bust it in the bando
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| Ain’t a place that I can’t go
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| I could never forget about my bando
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| The only place that I call home
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| Yeah, that be my bando |