Correction Paroles Blow Your Top par Bandingo YGNE

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The buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
I ain't, I ain’t been in the studio for a month
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
You finna die baby!
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen, Jack"
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa don't blow your top

Don't blow your-
Play stupid, I play dirty
Hands on like Lilly
I got the sauce and you got the juice
N***a we don’t rock the same fluid
Foofoo your whole gang too
Digital you n***as came through
Bullets go straight through his hat
I ain't got time to cry today
Don't-give-a-f**k vibe today
I'mma finger-pay myself just to put a bullet hole inside my face
Time is valuable, and I ain't really got it down the ways
Grab up her tiny waist, then she ride my face
I'm a grumpy ape in a shiny cape with a lotta cake
how she back it up, rockin' like Metallica
Got a cricket like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa
I was never good at algebra but I like it when my money addin' up
This money be flippin’ itself, while I keep my feet up  remove [?] like a mafia boss
I see these pu**y-a** n***as runnin’ around tryna copy this off me
Pick up the body and drop that sh*t off
That's my king and I ain’t gotta player, but I will cus I can
You finna die baby!

Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
It's a bird it's a plane
Straighten up and fly right
Hell nah, it's Bandingo
Cool down, papa don’t blow your top

Don't blow your top!
Her tongue swinging like a pendulum
I ain't drippin' I know it's the hormones
She just need a little [?] aboutta hit his home phone
Never tell the boys the next move, that's cla**ified information
If I tell a n***a we gotta play they better get in formation
Startin' sh*t like Conan, or Afghan, I'm a madman
Cool n***a [?] to the snow man, please act up, I'm a showman
You don't really wanna go down like [?] you got no chance
I sense lies like a polygraph
It's on with the hockey mask
B*t*h deep-throat my whole bag, I ain't got time to lollygag
Pull up a whole bunch of choppers kicking, is it a gunfight or a karate cla**?
pop-out with durags
I got a whole lot of cash
Baby got a whole lot of a**
You finna stay up in a shopping bag
Hop on my back, girl you know I'm fast we gon fly away
Got a whole lot of swag, they tryna cuff me but they don't know how to play

Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right, fly
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, yeah
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa don't blow your top
Don't you blow your f**king top!
You finna die baby

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