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Artiste : BandGang Lonnie Bands
Titre : Free Big Meech
[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Make your bitch scream my neighborhood, huh
I´m on 59th, nigga, I´m in Phil hood, huh
I´ma fuck the lil´ bitch on the Wraith hood, huh
I´ma buy the whole batch if them pills good, ayy, ayy

I ain´t no nigga you can press, huh, huh
Fuck around, catch two in the chest, huh, ayy
I ain´t that nigga you can check, huh, huh
Boy, you better have the vest, hold on, hold on
Bitch, I need the check, I don´t really want the sex
If that pussy ain´t wet, I´m tryna slide in the Vette
Sold five ninety packs, plug said he impressed, huh
I´m lookin´ for an Asian nigga, lookin´ for a Mex, hold on
Lookin´ for an Asian ho, I heard they the best
I just fired my lil´ ghetto ho, that broke bitch a mess
I just put twenty packs on the shh, they compress, huh
Watch I make twenty turn to thirty, make it stretch, huh

I´ma cook it with the left arm, the right need a rest
Need to put your right hand on, that nigga need some help
Hoo, young nigga, I just cleared two checks, hold on
I just bought a lot of work, I ain´t even get fresh, hold on

[Philthy Rich]
Look, I´m on bail, Lonnie on the run (I swear to God)
I done set a hundred bitches down on the one (Solid)
Got a hundred .762´s in the drum (One hundred of ´em)
That bitch got a switchblade stuffed in her bun (Is that right?)

Bitch pussy still stink comin´ out the shower (Bitch)
She been turnin´ all these dates by the hour (It´s goin´ down)
She can´t take a break because I won´t allow her (Uh-uh, bitch)
On every Sunday, bitch, I be watchin´ Power (It´s Philthy)
Gucci on the nigga like Dapper Dan (Designer)
You ain´t never help a nigga stack a band (Never)
Cheese on your head like a Packers fan (Ayy, do that)
I carry three K´s like the cracker Klan (It´s Philthy)
Real rice up in LA (Havin´ things)
Back to back foreigns, no tailgate (Foreign)
One day I had to roll up my cellmate (I had to)
A thousand eight grams what the scale say (Thirty-six)

Ayy, the streets don´t got no benefits (Uh-uh, nigga)
You either sellin´ dope or you send a bitch (Run it up)
The goals to get rich and not lookin´ rich (Broke nigga)
Look what happened to Big Meech and Money Mitch (It´s Philthy)