Lyrics:
don't bring out the hoes
Make more bands don't bring out the hoes
Make more bands don't bring out the hoes
Yeah
Shit I was told is a mystery I put
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand
think I'm walking on Air -Man
All these rubber bands
Watch me stack
Believe it or not
Ripley's
We be moving
Ten speeds
Multiple streams
Living my dreams
, fine, fine
Tell these fuck niggas stop playing with a nigga, stop playing with a nigga man
Bang
Shorty had to live too long, now I'm killing it
Drank too
She all a borrow all george and just wha day mi hear
She kotch a Suzie yard, man a call a night bout
I fi tek back Joyce, mi herb up all mi phone
on
I don't want yo' lil hoe, not gon' beat round the bush
I got a opp better than OG Cush
Born with this shit like I'm George Bush
I'm not a pirate, I
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
to get
Shawty play your position, we gon' dance together
Thumbin' through the bands and you dancin'
I be flipping yams but I'm handsome
Askin' if I
the belly of the beast buck shots fuck around
And leave ya belly by ya feet aww
In order for me to be that nigga i had to give it to em raw saw i can re-up
Stirring up those dusty mess halls
Teenage bodies unchained from their parents
Man, them old folks, they really lost it all
The only swing band left in
at
A lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
Burried in this land
For one small band of gold to
Place on sweet little Jeannie's hand
Cause a man needs
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made man
Team make
at emigration right now
Man I hope they let come through (she far)
Pull up too hung on that (skirt skirt)
With the coupe no roof you know a clue
Let the AC
Howard and FAMU, it's lit
I went to Howard on a trip
Man all of them bitches was thick
The afterparty, it was lit
Told her, I want your number lil bitch
(Racks)
I get a lot of new money (Yeah)
Love that money, money
That be that money, money
I need them bands, man i'm the band man
Want my bands, bands uno
Run up the bands, I run up the bands woah
I'm not a fan, I be the man, run with the band woah
Run up the bands, I run up the bands woah
I'm not
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
stoppin me
Used to be local til I signed with Jive, man
Used to like to sample now I'm rollin with live band
Now that I finally did this shit
I'm makin
'mma just do my thang
Big Juju, call me Mr. Matador
Y'all chinchillas round a big Labrador
Everybody know me doggin' in the front court
George Fore
Man, I
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
hereditary
I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll
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