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pradabandss - Ahunnid 2 Lyrics



pradabandss - Ahunnid 2 Lyrics
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50 bands, yeah, I turn it to a hunnid, yeah, I feel like the man and they fallin' out my pants
On God, yeah that's on God
Bitch, fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, to a hundred
F*ckin' fifty to two hundred
Yeah, I can't be stopped, yeah, I can't be stopped
I need rubber bands just to hold these f*ckin' bands
I don't want a lot of friends pullin' up inside that Benz
Pullin' in that Cullinan, choppin' shit like Jackie Chan
Chopstick gon mop shit, I don't wanna talk to them at all, at all
They was hating' on me, wantin' me to fall
Yeah, I gotta go and get it, yeah, I'm gifted, I keep talkin' to God
And he tellin' me I'm different, on God, I'm gon' risk it
On, God, made it out of the mud, but I'm still sippin' drank, watch me mix it
Me and Dreamoh, like Kobe and Shaq
Bitch, I got it out the muscle, had to hustle, had to struggle
Put in legwork to get where I'm at, I was lost in the low end
Like the last piece of the puzzle, bitch, I'm flexin', gotta go and sip on drink like Robitussin
And, bitch, I ain't een coughing, I really got no option, gotta get it, put my all in
Know they wanna see me fall, so I give it my all
When I needed you, you just let me fall
And this drink that I keep sippin', man, it got me knodding off
And I got the ball, I ain't passing it at all
Fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, yeah, I feel like the man
And they fallin' out my pants, on God, yeah, it's on God
Bitch, fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, to a hundred
F*ckin' fifty to two hundred, yeah, I can't be stopped
Yeah, I can't be stopped
Yeah on God, Yeah on God, Yeah on God
Yeah I can't be stopped, yeah I won't stop
Yeah I want a whole lot, I want guap on God
Yeah my pockets filled with knots
If you play then get popped
You get dropped you get slept
Yeah I'm getting money and my bad bitch sexy
I like hella racks bitch please do not upset me
That's what it is
No, no, no meat, just sauce
When you're born, can you be born with sauce, or do you, or do you acquire sauce
No, you can't be born with sauce
You get, you get sauce, you get sauce from
How you gonna be born with seasoning
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50 bands, yeah, I turn it to a hunnid, yeah, I feel like the man and they fallin' out my pants
On God, yeah that's on God
Bitch, fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, to a hundred
F*ckin' fifty to two hundred
Yeah, I can't be stopped, yeah, I can't be stopped
I need rubber bands just to hold these f*ckin' bands
I don't want a lot of friends pullin' up inside that Benz
Pullin' in that Cullinan, choppin' shit like Jackie Chan
Chopstick gon mop shit, I don't wanna talk to them at all, at all
They was hating' on me, wantin' me to fall
Yeah, I gotta go and get it, yeah, I'm gifted, I keep talkin' to God
And he tellin' me I'm different, on God, I'm gon' risk it
On, God, made it out of the mud, but I'm still sippin' drank, watch me mix it
Me and Dreamoh, like Kobe and Shaq
Bitch, I got it out the muscle, had to hustle, had to struggle
Put in legwork to get where I'm at, I was lost in the low end
Like the last piece of the puzzle, bitch, I'm flexin', gotta go and sip on drink like Robitussin
And, bitch, I ain't een coughing, I really got no option, gotta get it, put my all in
Know they wanna see me fall, so I give it my all
When I needed you, you just let me fall
And this drink that I keep sippin', man, it got me knodding off
And I got the ball, I ain't passing it at all
Fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, yeah, I feel like the man
And they fallin' out my pants, on God, yeah, it's on God
Bitch, fifty bands, yeah, I turn it to a hundred, to a hundred
F*ckin' fifty to two hundred, yeah, I can't be stopped
Yeah, I can't be stopped
Yeah on God, Yeah on God, Yeah on God
Yeah I can't be stopped, yeah I won't stop
Yeah I want a whole lot, I want guap on God
Yeah my pockets filled with knots
If you play then get popped
You get dropped you get slept
Yeah I'm getting money and my bad bitch sexy
I like hella racks bitch please do not upset me
That's what it is
No, no, no meat, just sauce
When you're born, can you be born with sauce, or do you, or do you acquire sauce
No, you can't be born with sauce
You get, you get sauce, you get sauce from
How you gonna be born with seasoning
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Writer: Adrian Molina
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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