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#bandztomakeherdance - pasto flocco lyrics

[intro]
pull up with that
pull up with that
pull up with them bands
(ayo, j6, turn that up)
f*ck a n*gga, pull up with them bands
n*gga, pull up with them bands

[chorus]
pull up with them racks in my hands
walk with the big*ass bands to make her dance
cash rules everything around me, she understand
that boy is a stain, save your breath
i’m gon’ clean that man

[verse]
i do not beef on the internet, n*gga, i show up
glock in the louis v bag like a baby in a stroller
rock goyard ’cause the lv keep that pole tucked
brodie, he told me chill out my mind, i’m like, “so what?”
can’t f*ck with broke*ass n*gga, that beg n*gga pour up
the shotgun so d*mn long it look like a b*n*r
send them shots, turn that boy to a donut
i fell in love the bank ’cause shе stay loyal
cap*ass n*gga, he flexin’ them grills, thеy fake, aluminium foil
tell the lil’ ho, “suck my d*ck,” she wanna spoiled
i take her to gucci and sh*t, a n*gga done went broke
i gotta run to the guap, i can’t lay up
lil’ n*gga when he got locked up, talkin’ get his weight up
told my teacher, “i don’t even f*ck with that word,” but i really like paper
we gon’ straighten that boy like a shape up
old b*tches deletin’ my data
bird*ass b*tch, i hate ’em
bad*ass b*tch, i need one
[chorus]
pull up with them racks in my hands
walk with the big*ass bands to make her dance
cash rules everything around me, she understand
that boy is a stain, save your breath
i’m gon’ clean that man

[verse]
i do not beef on the internet, n*gga, i show up
glock in the louis v bag like a baby in a stroller
rock goyard ’cause the lv keep that pole tucked
brodie, he told me chill out my mind, i’m like, “so what?”
can’t f*ck with broke*ass n*gga, that beg n*gga pour up
the shotgun so d*mn long it look like a b*n*r
send them shots, turn that boy to a donut
i fell in love the bank ’cause she stay loyal
cap*ass n*gga, he flexin’ them grills, they fake, aluminium foil
tell the lil’ ho, “suck my d*ck,” she wanna spoiled
i take her to gucci and sh*t, a n*gga done went broke
i gotta run to the guap, i can’t lay up
lil’ n*gga when he got locked up, talkin’ get his weight up
told my teacher, “i don’t even f*ck with that word,” but i really like paper
we gon’ straighten that boy like a shape up
old b*tches deletin’ my data
bird*ass b*tch, i hate ’em
bad*ass b*tch, i need one

- pasto flocco lyrics

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