BANDS

It's all of the haunting and blair, You do all of this shit
You don't care, now you be begging for life
Now you try to fight, wake up it's all a dream

Yea I be making them bands, you ain't apart of the plan
Man lost get mapped, play smart got tabs
I got the hundreds and stacks
You a bitch matter fact
Hop out coup with the strap
Hop out coup with a Mac

Yea it be trapped, yea it be quiet
They ain't making a sound
We spin it up yea that's a wrap
trapped in my mind but I'm independent on the grind
They try to dig through my mind, i'm playing hard to find
Yea we flying today we in that coupe and we sliding
And we riding today and you know that shit is perfect timing
And that's fate today I know you sitting there you crying
Don't be sad and all the hard times are behind us

It's all of the haunting and blair, You do all of this shit
You don't care, now you be begging for life
Now you try to fight, wake up it's all a dream

Yea I be making them bands, you ain't apart of the plan
Man lost get mapped, play smart got tabs
I got the hundreds and stacks
You a bitch matter fact
Hop out coup with the strap
Hop out coup with a Mac



Credits
Writer(s): Aydin Buyurucu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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