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COMETHAZINE ft. RICH THE KID - BANDS
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Comethazine
Comethazine
Performer
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Childress
Frank Childress
Songwriter
Luis Rodrigues
Luis Rodrigues
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foreign Heat
Foreign Heat
Producer

Letras

Bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin' Take off your pants-pants-pants Bitch ain't no time for talkin' Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance Bands in my pocket Come and get your mans-mans-mans Before I up my rocket Ouh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin' Take off your pants-pants-pants Bitch ain't no time for talkin' Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance Bands in my pocket Come and get your mans-mans-mans Before I up my rocket Pull up with a choppa, let it heat, aye Yah, walkin' Jesus sandals on my feet, aye Ouh, talk with shiny, gold all up on my teeth, yah Ouh, and I'm rockin' Goyard and Supreme, aye Yah, pull up with the choppa, watch y'all freeze, ouh I've got a shooter and he gon' take off his knees, aye All they take his two shots, watch your body drop Bitches on my dick cause I skrt off the lot, aye Sketchers on my feet but I'm a rich guy, yah Cannot fuck with hoe cause they be picking sides Ice-ice-ice, that's my neck talkin' Ouh, and I'm rocking Goyard and Supreme, aye (that's that check) Way too many bands-bands-bands-bands I've been plug walkin' (what) Run up on me, hit you with that fan Got the choppa on me I might cash out on a Wraith (Wraith) I got a plug on the way (plug) Trap open servin' Jay (trap) Make hundred every day (hunnid) Bank roll, bank roll, bank roll (bank roll) Walking 'round with the hundos (hundo) Rich Forever I'm the huncho (huncho) I got the cheese, nachos (nachos) You niggas rapping for promo (hah) I need a coupe not a four door (skrrt) These niggas talking to po-po (po-po) Stuck to the money like velcro Still got a beeper (beeper) She a real eater (eater) Really nice to meet ya (meet ya) That's your mamacita (woah) Callin' my phone I can't pick up Walk out the bank like a stick up She coming over and lick up Take her phone no pictures (Rich) Bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin' Take off your pants-pants-pants Bitch ain't no time for talkin' Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance Bands in my pocket Come and get your mans-mans-mans Before I up my rocket Ouh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin' Take off your pants-pants-pants Bitch ain't no time for talkin' Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance Bands in my pocket Come and get your mans-mans-mans Before I up my rocket Ouh, bands-bands-bands, that's a check talkin' Take off your pants-pants-pants Bitch ain't no time for talkin' Watch me do my dance-dance-dance-dance Bands in my pocket Come and get your mans-mans-mans Before I up my rocket
Writer(s): Frank Childress, Luis Rodrigues Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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