Lyrics: Omario Nhlanhla Booysen
Music: Pule Desmond Itumeleng
BANDOMAN
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Bando man made racks out the bando
Prayed all alone
Asked god for the info
Whip out the chain
Make the whip chrichendo
Outside ganger smokin on indoor
Block got hot
But they wanted a cold war
Cant touch the phone im inherbriated
Called em my bros
They was scheming and hating
Suffered in silence
While feigning for paper
**** what they talk bout
Whole gang pop out
Dope in the traphouse
Plan b is a dud
I only got one route
Jeff to these bitches
I make a hoe tapout
Known to the hoes
So im out wit a cap down
Racks from a crime
In a suit like a sellout
Security wknt even ask for a patdown
Know i dont play round
Know i dknt play round
What they gone say now
Fixing my chain like a collar on vest
Ushered the way for you boys to confess
Day i lose breath is the day imma rest
But that wont happen to meh not yet
Not while im healthy
Addicted to meds
Her friend wanna **** meh
I know its a test
Know my name lucky
But yeah im still blessed
You call her baby
I call her a mess
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