Testo DON'T MIX - Bandmanrill
Testo della canzone DON'T MIX (Bandmanrill), tratta dall'album Club Godfather
Uh-huh, it's the fuckin' Bandman
And I'm on some different shit, you heard? Like, niggas really not fuckin' with me
For real like, I'm really one of one in this shit like, you can't copy this, on bro
On bro
On bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
On bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
On bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
On bro, on bro, on bro
I told my lil' bro, when he walk keep that grip near
He tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears
Still free bro, he been bagged for like six years
Can't wait 'til he touch down, we get lit, yeah
I told all the doubters I was bound to get rich, yeah
Niggas they be hatin' 'cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah (on bro, on bro)
Wait, they prolly mad 'cause I prolly hit his bitch, yeah (on bro, on bro)
Why that nigga mad? I ain't even hit his bitch yet (on bro)
Told my old bitches that got new niggas, "Them niggas bozos, me I am gifted" (yeah)
I thought you knew that but bitch, no, you didn't
Bitch I'm a legend, this shit gon' be written (written)
I remember days I ain't even have a dollar
Now when I pull up to the spot, they wanna holla
Bitch, I'm feelin' good, they just freed my bro Dollaz
If a nigga play with his name, I'ma slide 'em
Bitch I'm goin' up, they don't like that (oh nah)
If a nigga get up in my way, I'ma have to do it to him
Better catch him where them flights at (flights at)
He better be tryna get away
I hit him with that two, only up where his lights at (lights at)
My ex-bitch play me like a fool, now that lil' bitch mad 'cause my new bitch like that (on bro, on bro)
And my tape, yeah, that shit comin' soon, I been lit since 'Fight Back' (on bro, on bro)
Spin on us, we spinnin' right back (right back)
Brodie grinnin' when he go right up that road, tryna pop him a light pack
Niggas bitches, they not like that, on bro, on bro
Them bullets hit his body, he can't fight that
I got me some homies in the can, they comin' right back (right back)
Look, everything I say, they on my dick, they gon' recite that
Told 'em to stop dissin', now that boy can't get his life back
I told my lil' bro, when he walk keep that grip near
He tryna go pop up the road, tryna switch gears
Still free bro, he been bagged for like six years
Can't wait 'til he touch down, we get lit, yeah
I told all the doubters I was bound to get rich, yeah
Niggas they be hatin' 'cause the diamonds on my wrist, yeah
Wait, they prolly mad 'cause I prolly hit his bitch, yeah
Why that nigga mad? I ain't even hit his bitch yet
On bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
On bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
Credits
Writer(s): Siril Pettus, Lucas Da Mota Siqueira, Zacharia Cooper, Edward Theodore Riley Jr, Cameron Jacobs Smith
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