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Blow Your Top
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Bandingo YGNE
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The buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air I ain't, I ain’t been in the studio for a month The monkey thought that everything was on the square You finna die baby! The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back The monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen, Jack" Straighten up and fly right Fly right, fly right Straighten up and fly right Fly right, fly right Straighten up and fly right Cool down, papa don't blow your top Don't blow your- Play stupid, I play dirty Hands on like Lilly I got the sauce and you got the juice N***a we don’t rock the same fluid Foofoo your whole gang too Digital you n***as came through Bullets go straight through his hat I ain't got time to cry today Don't-give-a-f**k vibe today I'mma finger-pay myself just to put a bullet hole inside my face Time is valuable, and I ain't really got it down the ways Grab up her tiny waist, then she ride my face I'm a grumpy ape in a shiny cape with a lotta cake how she back it up, rockin' like Metallica Got a cricket like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa I was never good at algebra but I like it when my money addin' up This money be flippin’ itself, while I keep my feet up remove [?] like a mafia boss I see these pu**y-a** n***as runnin’ around tryna copy this off me Pick up the body and drop that sh*t off That's my king and I ain’t gotta player, but I will cus I can You finna die baby! Straighten up and fly right Fly right, fly right Straighten up and fly right Fly right, fly right It's a bird it's a plane Straighten up and fly right Hell nah, it's Bandingo Cool down, papa don’t blow your top Don't blow your top! Her tongue swinging like a pendulum I ain't drippin' I know it's the hormones She just need a little [?] aboutta hit his home phone Never tell the boys the next move, that's cla**ified information If I tell a n***a we gotta play they better get in formation Startin' sh*t like Conan, or Afghan, I'm a madman Cool n***a [?] to the snow man, please act up, I'm a showman You don't really wanna go down like [?] you got no chance I sense lies like a polygraph It's on with the hockey mask B*t*h deep-throat my whole bag, I ain't got time to lollygag Pull up a whole bunch of choppers kicking, is it a gunfight or a karate cla**? pop-out with durags I got a whole lot of cash Baby got a whole lot of a** You finna stay up in a shopping bag Hop on my back, girl you know I'm fast we gon fly away Got a whole lot of swag, they tryna cuff me but they don't know how to play Straighten up and fly right Fly right, fly right, fly Straighten up and fly right Fly right, yeah Straighten up and fly right Cool down, papa don't blow your top Don't you blow your f**king top! You finna die baby
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