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bands - ambjaay lyrics

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gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, grrw, grrw , grrw hey
yeah, yeah, amb business, man yeah, yeah, yeah
ay, it cost live like this, you hear me
i like all these bands in a rubber band being broke don’t think you understand

hitech got me leaning like a kickstand buss down b*tch, they call me the drip man
deliver a n*gga, shots like the mailman
i don’t cuff b*tches, b*tch, i’m not your man
i’ma run up a bag, i need the bands and if you reach, i’ma teach better get yo mans

i’ma blow these bands, just like a fan hitech got me slow like i’m walking in sand
if you ain’t getting money, not part of my plan
jump stick with a kick like we in a band ray charles talk to broke n*ggas, i can’t see y’all
matter fact, b*tch, i don’t wanna be y’all up now, b*tch, it’s time to bleed y’all

meek mill, we ball, d*ck gon’ knock her weave off
we get the money, b*tch, we round that bag up
you n*ggas funny, you n*ggas really act up
they like you on some f*ckin’ sh*t, yeah, that pass up

wake up in the morning and then i eat some captain chrunch
yall, on that cappin’ stuff, hundred bands, add it up
in them trenches, just goin’ through it, b*tch, i had enough
pockets, big, they looking buff, i want a bentley truck

she gon’ hop on my horse like giddy up
amb buss down , b*tch, we f*ck the city up
her and her friends, they drunk the henny up
it’s goin’ down, she let me hit and i’ma beat it up
i be flippin’ this money’ like some nunchucks
you, you outta luck, just bought a chop for dumb f*cks
amb drip team, your b*tch love us
yeah, she wanna f*ck us

can’t cuff a b*tch if she let the gang f*ck, gang
i like all these bands in a rubber band
being broke, don’t think you understand
high tech, got me leanin’ like a kickstand

bust down, b*tch, they call me the drip man
deliver a n*gga, shots like the mailman
i don’t cuff b*tches, b*tch, i’m not your man
i’ma run up a bag, i need the bands

and if you reach, i’ma teach you better get your mans
i bag of ‘ money what i’m lookin’ like
all black top, b*tch, i look like west snipes
i’ma give her a pipe, yeah, she can’t spend the night

f*ck bein’ nice, she gotta be f*ckin’ right
she gon’ bite the f*ckin’ d*ck like a f*ckin’ bike
lemonade bust down, no crunchy ice
life ain’t right, my buzzo, he doin’ life

life’s lesson, take a chance, roll the dice
what’d you do for the d*ck? f*ck a klondike
diamonds moonwalkin’ on my wrist, i feel like mike
r. kelly with the drip, believe i can fly
after i give her f*ckin’ d*ck, hurry up and buy
n*ggas act like b*tches and don’t play to mind
my wrist expensive, it cost a dime
b*tch a young n*gga drip and i swear to god

chopstick finna hit em if he f*ck with the opps
i’ be ballin’ on these n*ggas, nba
hop in the coupe, then a n*gga gon’ do the race
i don’t save b*tches, b*tch, i’m not wearin’ a cape

bop for a hundred, i’m tired of minimum wage
free all my f*ckin’ just lock up in a cage
makin’ all these f*ckin’ hits, i’m feelin’ like babe
chop a f*ckin’ bang if he go against the grain

wood kick back and forth like liu kang, gang
i like all these bands in a rubber band
bein’ broke, don’t think you understand
high tech, got me leanin’ like a kickstand

bust down, b*tch, they call me the drip man
deliver a n*gga, shots like the mailman
i don’t cuff b*tches, b*tch, i’m not your old man
i’ma run up a bag, i need the bands

and if you reach, i’ma teach, better get your mans

- ambjaay lyrics

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