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Banda G4

Your Looking To Stand I'm camouflage in the bushes, Fly in ya mind i'll show you how to look it, Rock's in tha band like OH GOD, MY GOODNESS, I'ma tell

clown number one Rhymes are kinda fat like two tons of fun Smash, boom, bam! and I never sound flam It's that nigga king tee with the mad kap band Gettin

so these hoes be pissed All day everyday hittin them corners All day everyday chewy aroma When you gets out all night fucking with a fat rat You rubber band g

so right, go so wrong (x 4) (Verse 2) I even took your hand. And walked down the aisle. It takes a strong man. To do that young and wild. Look at your wedding band

us, in the quipped to 2 4 7 Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend We swerving in our innocence Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth

B.g.: u know me cant' get caught without my chopper Load with 50 bullets I'm itiching to sai I got ya B.g. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome

don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta We finna break the standards, rubber bands

very quickly 4x): Band immediately plays a four bar waltz stomp. 6) music to "it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing): band cuts immediately

call (x4) Eeny meeny deccameanie oo wop Bop-a-leeny Atchie katchie Liberace I love you I love I love III love you again California, oranges, Texas Cactus We think you band