A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Don Q — Bando

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Ahh!
Spending nights in the bando… woah
Told my nigga thru the phone i got something in the oven cooking up, no thats a lingo… woah

Spending nights in the bando… woah
Told my nigga thru the phone i got something in the oven cooking up, no thats a lingo… woah
If you understand the definition of a real nigga we could chill, we could hang tho… woah
Gotta understand that business only business,nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends tho… no
This is nights in the bando… woah

Nights in the bando, this ice got my hand froze
Kites to the can til all my niggas land home
Grind til i afford the drop, im working like im on the clock
Stir it when the water hot, bag it and serve it on the spot
Im just bar teasing, you could tell the squad eating
Ton of cash, hundred bags, you’d think we robbed millions
Don’s season, get ya bitch and ya jewelry took
Killers in the courtroom, got the jury shook
I let this fully cook, give a fuck how a bully look
They tryna figure out how much holes to back of his hoodie took
Now thats the meaning of a death wish
Fully loaded nina leave his head split
Look how im dressed bitch, you expect me to stress shit?
Hoe relax, half a stack just for the left kick
A nigga living what he rappin bout
Lord forgive me, i let killers in my mama house

Ohh. Told my nigga thru the phone i got sum in the over cooking up, no thats a lingo… woah
Thats a lingo…

Spending nights in the bando… woah
Told my nigga thru the phone i got something in the oven cooking up, no thats a lingo… woah
If you understand the definition of a real nigga we could chill, we could hang tho… woah
Gotta understand that business only business,nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends tho… no
This is nights in the bando… woah

Spending nights in the bando… woah
Told my nigga thru the phone i got something in the oven cooking up, no thats a lingo… woah
If you understand the definition of a real nigga we could chill, we could hang tho… woah
Gotta understand that business only business,nah nigga we can’t mix it up with friends tho… no
This is nights in the bando… woah

I know you think im just talking
We could meet up wherever you niggas want then
Got me feeling like dre in straight outta compton
Got me feeling like making straight outta bronx and
Ion think they understand tho
Why my niggas moving keys like they playing pianos
Baking soda on the floor when i step in the bando
They think im illuminati with this eye on my kenzo
And the way i take ya bitch i make you think its simple
When she take me to her crib, slide my dick on her dimple
Guess she thought that i was rich, i was driving a rental
Now im with my nigga bubba boolin in the benzo
Get the fuck up out your feelings nigga
Get some fucking money those
My brothers if i got it they get anything from me
Same balmains everyday, niggas think im bummy
Same jeans for a week, they cost 1700
Ahh!