Correction Paroles Shred 2 par BandGang Lonnie Bands

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Huh, hey
Hold on

Huh, hopscotch on that one sh*t, make it jumprope
Ayy, unc', what's a new site we can punch on?
Unc' school, n***a, you ain't gotta tell 'em punch that last four
Can show you what to do with this Amex and Disco
Woo, the opps need some Pepto, huh
Yeah, they constipated, they ain't lettin' sh*t blow
Ooh, this dope, it ain't stepped on, huh
Lil' bro, man, where the f**k my acetone?
My lil' n***a can't rap, he gettin' rich off Oxycodones
I'm tryna get Rose to rap, but he keep gettin' all these iPhones
And lil' bro was just doin' hits, now I got him on the microphone
I told him I'ma get him rich, he got three kids at home

I don't motherf**kin' rap beef
On and off the road with them oranges in a taxi
Stretchin' all this motherf**kin' work like it's elastic
b*t*h keep askin' how it shoot if it's plastic
Twenty-one shots 'cause I'm a motherf**kin' savage
Couple shots from it turn a n***a straight to Casper
Floatin' in a spaceship, they think I work for NASA
Be careful what you say 'cause you can die over a caption

They like, "Lonnie, how you get that lil' b*t*h to be a dancer?"
She just gave it to me, n***a, I ain't ask, huh
Me and Mone playin' who can pick the b*t*h the fastest?
I'm on the Joker site like, huh, business or classic? (b*t*h)
Huh, boy, you know it's on if I take off these glasses
Wasn't no viewin' for no body, man, they had to ash it
Huh, your mama lost her baby boy, call that a miscarriage, huh
She should've told you not to play with the Westside terrorists

Put that pistol in his mouth just like the tooth fairy
n***as don't play with us because they too scary
If you play, you ate
Fill him up with Drac', you ain't gangster, you just livin' off a name
Seen my n***a Mas' make a killin' off the drank

Huh, seen my Mexican make a killing off the crank
Tryna give me a couple bricks, man, I told his ass I'm straight
f**kin' with them crystal methheads, I f**k around and catch a case
They like, "Lonnie, why you keep that big ass shank?"
'Cause I wanna see a n***a bleed, huh, see him faint

Know I'm with the homicide, ffah-ffahs to the face
Try to tell me to chill, but I can't
They don't like my guys 'cause we came up off of chains
Couple years passed, now we came up off of weight

Huh, they don't like my guys 'cause these n***as can't be tamed
I tell 'em don't shoot and they gon' do it anyway
Lonnie see a gold watch, he gotta tell me to behave
FN tucked in the belt, Pootie Tang
When an opp die, man, we pour up two eights, huh
You worried 'bout a b*t*h, I'm worried 'bout a toothache

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