Shoreline Mafia – Bands (Official Video)

Lyrics for “Bands” by Shoreline Mafia

This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance
And I’ma f**k a n**ga’s b**ch ’cause he nerdy, she a fan

The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands
N**gas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands

Bands bands bands, all I think about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama
I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama
Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas
Bands bands bands, all I think about commas
Thirty in a forty, all I think about drama
I’m finna get this money, give it right to my mama
Playin’ with the chicken, you gon’ meet all the llamas

I need money, I need weed, I need drank
N**gas knockin’, ain’t a fiend and I’m straight
These n**gas tellin’ stories but they don’t be who we think
Talkin’ like he ain’t a p**sy but he lyin’ in your face
I been bossin’ since a rookie, watchin’ n**gas from the back
Smokin’ cookie out the pack and shootin’ n**gas rockin’ black
P’s gettin’ taxed, I guess I’m back to sellin’ crack versuri.online
Got a lick for couple racks, then tell a n**ga where it’s at

This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance
And I’ma f**k a n**ga’s b**ch ’cause he nerdy, she a fan

The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands
N**gas talkin’ hella reckless so we layin’ all these hands

I sip big juice but you n**gas probably knew that
I’m ridin’ ’round with two straps, I’m wavy like a durag
My n**gas see a lick, we finna hit it, n**gas do that
I cheated on my b**ch, I’m ’bout to go and buy a new bag
You n**gas almost made it but you didn’t, n**ga too bad
I’m cashin’, counted forty bands off the back end
What happened n**gas talkin’ reckless ’til we spazzing
Poppin’ it my n**ga, you ain’t really ’bout that action

Tell that b**ch to send them codes right now
I’m tryna get it, tryna get this s**t gone right now, right now
I been juggin’ off these phones like how
N**ga how you turn a cool hundred to a light thou, light thou
This s**t regular baby, I swear to God
No you can’t compare with us lady, yo this the mob
All my n**gas ready like Freddy if it’s a prob
Chop a n**ga, now he spaghetti up in the pot

This ain’t a Milly Rock, this a money dance
And my d**k ain’t hard, that’s a thirty in my pants
I got thirty of them bands, I’ma make a stripper dance
And I’ma f**k a n**ga’s b**ch ’cause he nerdy, she a fan

The molly either white or it’s yellow like some sand
If you need it, hit my line, know I got it, I’m the man
Oxycontin, thizzle, xans, that’s what made me all these bands
N**gas talkin’ hella reckless then we layin’ all these hands

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Shoreline Mafia 2018

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