Correction Paroles I Got Bands par Stitches

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I got bands
I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man
These boys be broke, that’s why they mad
Understand
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
I got bands
I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man
These boys be broke, that’s why they mad
Understand
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

f**k a friend (Yeah), I'd rather keep makin' these bands
Evil thoughts every time I got that choppa in my hands
In love with dope (Woo), you know I'm married to the coke (Ah)
When you plugged in with the cartel, your work gon' come straight off a boat (Oh)
One day I was broke (Yeah)
In a week I got rich, Papi fronted me bricks
I was breakin' the rules, I ain't payin’ back, homie
I hit a lick and I ain’t give a sh*t
Ain't no fear in my heart, I’m a stupid child
Mama kicked me out, I was too wild
Next day, I moved to my penthouse
They won't brush me off, I'm the man, now (Woo)
You need a favor, you was a hater
Now you're tryna borrow some of my paper
You need a favor, you was a hater (Ha)
Heard you told the b*t*h I was a player (Uh)
I’m a drug dealer with an attitude
I'll catch a body, won't leave a clue
I'm really with the mob
Sellin' dope, f**k a job

'Cause I got bands (Woo)
I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man (Ha)
These boys be broke, that's why they mad
Understand (Boom)
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
I got bands
I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man (Boom)
These boys be broke, that's why they mad
Understand (Woo)
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend (Ha)
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

Whippin' crack (Woo)
Cocaine in the pot, you know it's jumpin' back (Boom)
I make a call and everybody's gettin' whacked (Brrt)
You just a tourist, pu**y boy
You gon' get taxed (Ha)
Don't talk on my phone, I know that my phone is tapped (Woo)
What you need? What you need?
I'm servin' junkies and servin' fiends
Cream, no crim'
Talkin' 'bout a drug lord, I'm him (Yeah)
No scale like a eyeball to work
We both got guns but your gun gon' squirt (Ha)
Red blood on a white tee
I can see it in your eyes, you don't like me (Ha)
Keep lookin' like that, get your head cracked (Woo)
When I grab that gun, I'ma relapse (Brrt)
All these damn drugs make me feel so numb
Every time I pull that trigger, I don't really give a f**k (Ha)
If I don't wanna dirty my hands, then I'ma spend ten bands (Brrt)

I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man
These boys be broke, that's why they mad
Understand
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again
I got bands
I got bands, bands, bands
I'm the man
These boys be broke, that's why they mad
Understand
I got a million in the duffle bag that's just to spend
Sell a hundred bricks, wake up, do it again

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