Bando Thoughts by Thouxanbanfauni Lyrics
[Intro]
Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando
Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos
And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo
And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though
I know that I'm the man hoe, look, I know that I'm the man bro
Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle
And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle
[Verse]
Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando
Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos
And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo
And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though
I know that I'm the man hoe, look I know that I'm the man bro
Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle
And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle
And if you want your bitch back, it costs Andre three stacks
Too stuck with the drugs but I relapse, 'cause the world so cruel I need that, 'cause the world so fake I need that
Got me a judge but I don't need feedback
[?] Count it up in a all black Cadillac
And what's mine can't be yours, my line ain't dry no more
And you ain't talkin' bout shit, so I'm gon' slide ignore
Leave the shoes at the door, bitch don't fuck up my floor
[?] on my carpet, trap house kitchen, marble floors
We gon' whip with them suicide doors
French maid bitch and she gon' do all my chores
Baby by the lean, horror scene, sippin' gold
Baby by the lean, what I'm sippin this shit for?
Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando
Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos
And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo
And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though
I know that I'm the man hoe, look, I know that I'm the man bro
Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle
And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle
[Verse]
Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando
Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos
And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo
And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though
I know that I'm the man hoe, look I know that I'm the man bro
Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle
And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle
And if you want your bitch back, it costs Andre three stacks
Too stuck with the drugs but I relapse, 'cause the world so cruel I need that, 'cause the world so fake I need that
Got me a judge but I don't need feedback
[?] Count it up in a all black Cadillac
And what's mine can't be yours, my line ain't dry no more
And you ain't talkin' bout shit, so I'm gon' slide ignore
Leave the shoes at the door, bitch don't fuck up my floor
[?] on my carpet, trap house kitchen, marble floors
We gon' whip with them suicide doors
French maid bitch and she gon' do all my chores
Baby by the lean, horror scene, sippin' gold
Baby by the lean, what I'm sippin this shit for?