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Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
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Alex Petit
Alex Petit
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Alex Petit
Alex Petit
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Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
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Cash Money Ap
Cash Money Ap
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Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
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Chris Gehringer
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CashMoneyAP She told me, that I can't get her Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her She told me, that she can't with me Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her Marching band with me, I can't stand with you I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga Ayy, bitch, I'm the man, nigga I don't dance, nigga, diamonds dance, nigga (Oh) Watch the way they doin' the dance, nigga Yeah, watch the way they do the dance, nigga (Dance, dance) Flip my hands with you Flip a gram with you, and split no bands with you (Zoe) And we ain't takin' no Instagram picture Put sacks all in my hand, I'm takin' a big old band picture (Brrrrt) Tatted from my neck and to my Loubs, bitch I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the fuck, this shit not Juice, bitch Fuck is you, bitch? I'm the truth, bitch, parachute, bitch Pull up out the roof, bitch You a dub, and I'm a W, bitch She told me, that I can't get her Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her She told me, that she can't with me Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her Marching band with me, I can't stand with you I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga We not, we not, we not gang, nigga, I do thangs, nigga We not the same, nigga, I do my thang, nigga Quarter milli' chain, nigga, I run the game, nigga I entertain but I'm not here to entertain niggas (Oh my God) Big bank, bitch, you brought the bag with ya Got enough to call myself a bank, nigga I was broke and she would call me, Lame nigga I just fucked her, yeah, bitch, I'm the same nigga (Gotcha, bitch) Mmm, standing on the sofa, I'm the man, bitch Yeah, I rep the gang, I got it tatted on my hand, bitch Stone cold face in my watch, Tony Danza Is you fucking me tonight, lil' bitch? I know the answer The watch yellow, bitch, this shit got cancer And I be with shooters that can't do the Instagram And she told me this shit was going down 'Cause she know by the word around town She told me, that I can't get her Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her She told me, that she can't with me Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her Marching band with me, I can't stand with you I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Alex Christian Jean Petit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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