Envyy aka. Gabriel Depardieux - b**hes & banjees lyrics

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Envyy aka. Gabriel Depardieux - b**hes & banjees lyrics

Are you with me in this b**h or are you playing around? huh? (b**hes and banjees) Are you playing around? Are you shooting all your clips or are you saving 'em rounds? huh? (deamons and banjee) Why you saving em rounds? Im not cooking up em bricks and not spliffing up that brown Im not sipping up that lean, im not spliffing up that brown Im just smoking that green always different amounts Put that spliff back in your mouth Before im digging down her p**y She get a pistol in her mouth Yeah pistol in her mouth Pistol In Her mouth All em n******gs try to fool me, put my middlde finger up Grab my chain, try to k** me, but im still in the cut Im famous, they loosing Put that load on me Might grow old lonely Hater all on me! I pack my backpack with em b**hes with em tactics Try to fool me, try to stab me Try to cook me, try temp me If i die in this b**h, then put that load on me Bae, im so sorry Make me so horny But i said i need a girl i love, i need a girl i trust Not a girl to take my guaps and then just vanish into dust All em n******gs getting lost, when looking for dem guaps I told to raff, lets work so hard that we can make a change We have to learn, we have to learn, we have to pa** exams Think about the girls, about the erb, about that benz Yeah, bout that benz, rarr rarr I got b**hes and banjees Your b**h lick my candy, shes feel independant, got b**hes and banjees Your b**h is a dandy, you feeling offended, got deamons and banjees Now gimmi that mandy i mix it with henny, got deamons and banjees We n******gs in Paris, you n******gs are jealous, got b**hes and banjees Mama had a jeep and papa had a chopper Yeah my karma had to reach a certrain level not to suffer Inhale the power n release and write it down on the paper Take your brothers to the feast or die alone with your plata Smoke sauer to the d cuz yeah i grew up with no father Had to suffer had to bleed, i had to look up to my mother Had to wipe her off these tears and tell her theres no need to bother I gon split that cake in pieces, share it, then i make another I gon work hard, if i get a burn out, thats the way it is b**hes and 'em banjees are on my plate, got to save that sh** b**hes want my dick i really got to say that sh** I got b**hes and banjees, b**hes and banjees... This is a beat of Lasikbeats -> www.lasikbeats.com Check them out they have awsome beats!

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