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Bandlab Concoction
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bandlab Concoction was released on February 9, 2024 by Global Mindset Investment as a part of the album Bandlab Concoction - Single
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Release DateFebruary 9, 2024
LabelGlobal Mindset Investment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis LeQuon Henderson
Marquis LeQuon Henderson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man, I'm at work with this shit, dawg
With the shiiits
This shit crazy
****, technology out-
Out of pockets for real, ****
**** make shit like this
Off they phone, ****?
Iphone 7, gahdamn
Siri, I see you, what up
Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp
Certified, I don't need a stamp
I got all this metal on me
**** start to feelin' like a champ
You got gas, put the whip on E fam
Change up how you livin' on the map
I got hoes actin' like they know me
Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp
I'm an H-Town ****, mami
Demi God sendin' waves bigger than tsunamis
Give me some, call through, give me that punani
**** hatin' till them boys go and get a hobby
Really ain't that hard to find me, ayy
Took time, but then I found a lane
Since then, man shit ain't been the same
I been really out the way
**** changed, I ain't sayin' names
I just hope them **** maintain
I been tryna keep it real, dawg
Stayed true to my lane while they veered off
Killin' beasts, man, I really need a teardrop
Dear God, get me to another hilltop
Still hot, so I tell the gang
Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp
Certified, I don't need a stamp
I got all this metal on me
**** start to feelin' like a champ
You got gas, put the whip on E fam
Change up how you livin' on the map
I got hoes actin' like they know me
Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp
Ayy, shawty bad like Rubi Rose
Walk around the crib like, "who needs clothes?"
Scrollin' through my phone like, "who these hoes?"
Baby, I don't care about them groupie hoes
I been workin' on myself
I been tryna build some wealth
I been learnin' from my L's
Ayy, ayy, I know how to make a sell
I can do this shit myself
I ain't goin' back to jail
Ayy, ayy, shawty fine with her friends
They slayin'
**** prayin' for the pussy like, amen
Type of pussy, make a **** start bangin'
Shit real, do you know what I'm sayin'?
Burn the fire, we don't need a lamp
Certified, I don't need a stamp
I got all this metal on me
**** start to feelin' like a champ
You got gas, put the whip on E fam
Change up how you livin' on the map
I got hoes actinn' like they know me
Damn, too turnt, I don't need an amp
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Psst, psst
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Written by: Marquis LeQuon Henderson
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