Embassy BandGang Lonnie Bands (Ft. Shoreline Mafia)
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[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, hey
Ron-Ron, do that shit
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'ma cut a bitch off, she don't make ten a week
You can't make ten thousand? Bitch, that pussy weak
Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee
Huh, I'ma grab a fiend and see if that bitch feelin' me
Hey, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ooh, hey, nigga, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ayy, on the Shore pourin' lines, huh
Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines
Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
Hey, hey, hey
Ron-Ron, do that shit
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Money counter on the counter, dope in the compressor
Huh, we gon' scrape, scrape the pot, get the extras
Huh, we get strand strand, huh, take his necklace
Man, you niggas lucky I switched my profession
Huh, hold on, hey
I can't tell you niggas not one recipe
Huh, hey, I can't let these niggas get the best of me, huh
She said, "You ain't no real P," why this bitch testin' me?
I just dropped my ho off at the embassy
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'ma cut a bitch off, she don't make ten a week
You can't make ten thousand? Bitch, that pussy weak
Heard they payin' forty for a blue in Tennessee
Huh, I'ma grab a fiend and see if that bitch feelin' me
Hey, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ooh, hey, nigga, BandGang Mafia
We can do a lot for you, nigga, keep it mafia
Ayy, on the Shore pourin' lines, huh
Sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
Ayy, on the Shorepoint Lines
Man, it sound like a band when you spit this hundred round
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