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53 bars - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(turn that b*tch up, dinero)

[verse 1: ak bandamont]
i just came across a brick, i might as well shave it
just drunk a half a pint, i got eight left, i might as well save it
she put my d*ck inside her jaw, she might as well’ve ate it
i’m finna catch a play and crack a bin out in south vegas

[verse 2: gudda tezz]
if i ain’t got the glock, i’d twelve*guage it
i could spot it from a mile and know it, i can smell patience
i just k!lled him in his hood, he in h*ll lanney
bro just let the bags sit overnight, it’s gettin’ stale, ain’t it?

[verse 3: ak bandamont]
dog ain’t got no pape’ or commisary[?], he in jail dashious
how the f*ck you don’t know how to make a knife? he in jail naked
i just brought the hoes out to thе crib, but i got twelve naked
just caught a n*gga up closе with a sh*llcatcher, i ain’t gotta sank it

[verse 4: gudda tezz]
i just made this b*tch sleep on the floor and she ain’t got a blanket
a n*gga pulled his gun on me and now i gotta take it
don’t pull up on my side in rt, now we gotta race it
you put a scat badge on that b*tch and you got a basic
say you got an unsealed pint, i ain’t tryna taste it
[verse 5: ak bandamont]
i’m finna drop this pint in one two*liter ’cause i’m tryna waste it
i’m tryna lock this brick right now and i’m concentratin’
just sent a hundred shots out a chopstick, it got a lot of maintenance
she been f*ckin’ all her life, she got a lot of babies
i’ll firebomb your crib, do it again, i’ma lobb a baby

[verse 6: gudda tezz]
yeah, we makin’ poor lava
and b*tch bangin’ my line askin’ for a dub, she got a poor problem
she was sellin’ her p*ssy all summer, she couldn’t afford autumn
shot him in his back with a sawed*off, took his cord off him

[verse 7: ak bandamont]
i’m finna drop my d*ck in this thick b*tch, we on the porch talkin’
i was makin’ plays every two minutes, she on the porch stalkin’
i just got the drop on an opp block, i’m finna go and stalk it
i got a hundred plays, hit me at once, i don’t know who callin’
cuttin’ up slabs and hittin’ bricks, i’m a kitchen talker
i was f*ckin’ this b*tch, could bust a nut, she a pigeon walker
i’m the type to get a lil’ b*tch number then forget to call her
then wake up, go buy anything i want, that’s the gift of ballin’

[verse 8: gudda tezz]
wake up, go buy anything i want, i’m a bird talker
i’ma smash his brains in when i curve stomp him
i was tryna creep through the hood then i heard talkin’
i got one in the head, ain’t gotta c*ck it, i’ma burn somethin’
n*gga heard i hit his b*tch, he a hurt bum
i probably did, but that don’t mean sh*t, this my third one
he don’t even know i’m bustin’ this b*tch, he got a third son
sold this b*tch some fentanyl, it was a cursed nun
[verse 9: ak bandamont]
yeah, i got a cursed habit
shot doggy, he jumped up twenty times, he a hurt rabbit
you probably did run through a dub, but you weren’t stackin’
now you in your songs talkin’ ’bout sh*t that you weren’t havin’
just sent a hundred shots out one lil’ glock, i got a burnt ratchet

[verse 10: gudda tezz & ak bandamont]
wait, bro, i ain’t tryna talk right now, he in the dirt nappin’
ha, name a n*gga i won’t test on this earth planet
just lit a n*gga crib and set it on fire like a burnt napkin
me and bro just f*cked the beat up twice, but we weren’t rappin’
we seen the statement, explain your song, how you weren’t actin’?
the feds done pulled up on me, i bent two corners and i turned fashion
a b*tch ain’t never wait to let me f*ck, but it turned faster

- ak bandamont lyrics

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