Bandz on it Lyrics

Chop it up put bands on it

I aint gotta put hands on her

Run it up count these dead homies

Its free for my mans only

Gotta get it like that

Gotta eat it like that

Told that bitch you a real trophy

If its smoke it get real smokey

Dark times it get real lonely

Dont stop do the next song

Gotta get it an work till my legs gone

Had to cut off little red bone tried to set me up girl

Bitch you dead wrong

Now uncle on a headstone

Remember getting them packs from the ledgestone

Trapped right out the headphones

I just grind and go hard till the next morning

Yeah he trippin cause im up in her

Lord forgive me im still a sinner

Its alot that i didnt consider

Ah yeah

I dont gotta say that im realer

Yeah she choking i gave her the hiccups

Now he shooting like chauncey billups

Oh yeah

Gotta get it cant lay down

Gotta go spread my name round

Lets go make it clear now

Oh no bring fire

Keep it low but cant waist time

She a groupie but not mine

I den seen her hit eight lines

Yeah yea ye yeah

Oh i pause then put it right in her

Oh it cost to get on it with me

Yeah i do it flood all the city

Yeah yea ye yeah

Its only right if i give it

Why they mad cause i wanna a milly

They be hoes cause they start all the pity

Yeah yea ye yeah

Chop it up put bandz on it

I aint gotta put hands on her

Run it up count these dead homies

Its free for my mans only

Gotta get it like that

Gotta eat it like that

Told that bitch you a real trophy

If its smoke it get real smokey

Dark times it get real lonely

Dont stop do the next song

Gotta get it an work till my legs gone

Had to cut off little red bone tried to set me up girl

Bitch you dead wrong

Now uncle on a headstone

Remember getting them packs from the ledgestone

Trapped right out the headphones

I just grind and go hard till the next morning