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BANDWAGON (feat. Oxywrldd & Flamo) Video (MV)




Performed By: Nameless
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Achuma Mudzugu




Nameless - BANDWAGON (feat. Oxywrldd & Flamo) Lyrics
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(He created the Syndicate)
I got so much drank in my belly (in my belly)
Told that hoe pull up I got a telly (got a telly)
Stupid goofy boy still tryna test me (wtf)
I got the six on my back like Lebron (like Lebron)
She a lil fan hoe (oh what)
I'm leading her on (I put myself on)
I had no handouts
I put myself on
Two Trim Gang
We done put ourselves on
My bitch callin
But I'm still recording
So I'm finna call that bih back (call dat bih back)
Call my plug finna front me a pack (front me a pack)
And my twin put a hunna inna bag (hunnid inna bag)
Hope I make my momma proud (proud)
In da stu we smokin loud (loud)
I make all these bitches need help (help)
I'm tryna juss dive in the crowd (crowd)
I got these bills in my pocket (pocket)
Got the wock in my hand I can't stop it (stop)
Rap nigga think he my enemy (enemy)
Control a nigga like a puppet (control)
I'm havin codeine dreams (codeine)
Life ain't really what it seem
Man, half of these bro's
They sharin their hoes
And some of them don't even know
Captain of the ship
Man don't even trip
Juss watch how young kutta take over the boat
All my bruddas trim
We all locked in
We gon come in with the big body flow
Woah (what, what, what, what)
The wock tastin kinda (ouu, ouu, ouu,ouu)
I keep on popping an X
Somebody pray for me
I don't know when it's gon end
(talm bout)
(Hmm, talm bout)
(Hmm, talm bout)
Turn up
Turn up
Talm bout
Talm bout
Hmm Hmm
Yeah
Bitch talm bout
Turn up
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(He created the Syndicate)
I got so much drank in my belly (in my belly)
Told that hoe pull up I got a telly (got a telly)
Stupid goofy boy still tryna test me (wtf)
I got the six on my back like Lebron (like Lebron)
She a lil fan hoe (oh what)
I'm leading her on (I put myself on)
I had no handouts
I put myself on
Two Trim Gang
We done put ourselves on
My bitch callin
But I'm still recording
So I'm finna call that bih back (call dat bih back)
Call my plug finna front me a pack (front me a pack)
And my twin put a hunna inna bag (hunnid inna bag)
Hope I make my momma proud (proud)
In da stu we smokin loud (loud)
I make all these bitches need help (help)
I'm tryna juss dive in the crowd (crowd)
I got these bills in my pocket (pocket)
Got the wock in my hand I can't stop it (stop)
Rap nigga think he my enemy (enemy)
Control a nigga like a puppet (control)
I'm havin codeine dreams (codeine)
Life ain't really what it seem
Man, half of these bro's
They sharin their hoes
And some of them don't even know
Captain of the ship
Man don't even trip
Juss watch how young kutta take over the boat
All my bruddas trim
We all locked in
We gon come in with the big body flow
Woah (what, what, what, what)
The wock tastin kinda (ouu, ouu, ouu,ouu)
I keep on popping an X
Somebody pray for me
I don't know when it's gon end
(talm bout)
(Hmm, talm bout)
(Hmm, talm bout)
Turn up
Turn up
Talm bout
Talm bout
Hmm Hmm
Yeah
Bitch talm bout
Turn up
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Writer: Achuma Mudzugu
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