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Bandingo YGNE
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Are you feelin it now Mr. Krabs are you feelin it? F**k that stupid b*t*h she ain’t even know my name She just call me daddy dingo and she f**k me for the fame Up with this K it’s finna be a bad day Your momma get bad news I hope that b*t*h pray Gotta choppa Hit a pu**y n***a get it cracking like a lobster You is not a gangster, you is not a mobster Big bank rolls probably turn on your momma I’m about to drop d**k in your baby momma Uhhhh I feel like el chapo Mail his head off to his momma Heard that b*t*h live in El Paso I send that b*t*h overseas Send that b*t*h overseas Bandingo plays overseas And I got a b*t*h in California (Mhmmm She gon suck d**k to see me) Uh huh everybody wanna copy swear they wanna be me Diamonds dripping like some water coming outta Fiji Ballin like I’m in the league I just hit a 3 peat uh huh Yea yea She suck on my d**k like a Go-Gurt I f**k her face till her throat hurt F**k is a choker? B*t*h I’m a clown like the joker I beat that pu**y till I say it’s over aye I bend his block like an acrobat We in the zoo do not come in my habitat Beam in his eye make him blind like a cataract Don’t got the blick then I’m grabbing the battle axe Boy you just cappin I know you that rattled and don’t wanna grapple or get up and scrap it You hide in the shadows but yell out “what’s cracking” That tough sh*t you talking gon get you a casket aye She suck on my d**k at the Getty I bust a nut like confetti I’m in her dreams she calling me Freddy But I feel like Jason without the machete Cuz I got a Glock I got them birds by the flock Pockets filled up with them knots And I do not box I got me a chop and I’m letting it off F**k ya lil b*t*h I got me a b*t*h and she wanna ride with the gang I stay with my clique we toting them blicks and I spin ya block in the rain Heard you talking sh*t you finna die baby Pull up wit bandingo we don’t fight baby I run up a check Ice on my wrist and my neck Ride in my whip it get reck Perkys on deck but you didn’t know it was fet So all of my feens are depressed I’m running sh*t F**k on yo b*t*h and she sucking d**k Go for round 3 and it’s sudden death Nut in that b*t*h then I gotta split yuh aye Hop in the Beamer She give me tail like a lemur I f**k a thot and I leave her B*t*h I’m a dog like a golden retriever Nut in that b*t*h and I f**king delete her Yea b*t*h I go stupid like a dodo Stirring up her pu**y and it’s sounding like some fro-yo Got a Puerto Rican and she loco Gotta use adobo Cooking up the chicken in the kitchen that’s a no go Nah but forreal tho y’all gotta f**king spice ya chicken sh*t Salt and pepper ain’t it man y’all gotta use something else I dont know Cajun whatever go to the dollar store pick something up Damn
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