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Bambandz - 86 Prayers Lyrics



Bambandz - 86 Prayers Lyrics




Birdjoy's flexin
My niggas Rando and Ziggas
Say, Rando, what is this
Stop, nigga

F*ck em
That is grand sound
I don't need no help, put a nigga on that shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah

All of them people that ain't left
Left me all by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they say
I say, all of the pain they made me felt

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneaky night, I'm coming for they ass
Hit that bitch, that bag, then they left
Left me f*cked up, no help

I just wonder why they do a nigga bad
How'd I let this happen
Watch my man, it's attracting
Got them yangas tryna blast you

For that bag, they get nasty
From the top, they with your block
They slayin' that stick off of Benji
F*ck this rap, I punch the clock

I slayin' that stick at your name
Yeah, I'm pretty, but fancily bought
My life, it get tragically bought
Don't tell me shit about my actions

You ain't feel no sorrow, I done saw
I'm going through what I'm going through
Now look what this thing come to
We live together, but you know

Just if you cross me, I'll slump you
I do you like Big Dumb do
I'll tell your whole car
I done told him as a child

You bitches don't wanna f*ckin' walk with us
He claim that he a ape
But click a 8 soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8, now concentrate

I get you slaughtered for
He know that they was f*ckin', girl
Hate that I call her my mama
Lie to my grandma face

I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my f*ckin' hardest
Not to hit somethin' with that child
Turned myself into the daughter

Know once I start, that I ain't stoppin
I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah

All of them people that ain't left
Let me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say all of the pain that me felt

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneakin', I don't come in for your head
Put them all in my bag, then they left
Let me f*cked up, no help

I just wonder why they do it, nigga, bitch
They chop a son, I knock him down
Now get up, bitch, boy, you ain't never been cut
For this, you grew up thinkin' with your dick

I never sold, I was on drugs
I was the one who sendin' hits
Pussy shot my mama's son
And then I got his brother split

I threw that bitch out on a jet
She used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurtin', I'm tryin' to get loaded
They don't wanna bring me no potion

On my fake page, I been scopin
Bitch, I pick up that notice
Pest around, I need a honda
I'm way too dead, it's a lotus

Have my whole family out that bottom door
Same section they stepped on my curb
And I better talk to his mama
Cause I seen that they ain't got no love

Lit talk, I'm a f*ckin' thug
My son, he's runnin' through his blood
Damn it, baby, I go crazy
And I train him for the let-off slug

Bitch, don't try to play me
You'll die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night that I don't think
About takin' away my life, nigga

Lose it when I fight, nigga
I hedge and I'ma stand down
Slip with my knife, your head lit on me
I threw it down in that dome, you pussy

I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that ain't love

Love me all by myself
I got tired, I can't help
Now they say, I say
All of the pain they made me feel

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneaky night, I'm comin' for they ass
Kill that bitch, that bag
Then they left, left me f*cked up

No help, I just wonder
Why they do a nigga bad
This top, nigga
How you feelin'

How you been doin'
I hope you keepin' your head up
About that, nigga
You know they tryna bring it down

All I need is a child
But Jason, I don't need no help, nigga
They left me out here by myself
Pussy motherf*cker
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Birdjoy's flexin
My niggas Rando and Ziggas
Say, Rando, what is this
Stop, nigga

F*ck em
That is grand sound
I don't need no help, put a nigga on that shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah

All of them people that ain't left
Left me all by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they say
I say, all of the pain they made me felt

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneaky night, I'm coming for they ass
Hit that bitch, that bag, then they left
Left me f*cked up, no help

I just wonder why they do a nigga bad
How'd I let this happen
Watch my man, it's attracting
Got them yangas tryna blast you

For that bag, they get nasty
From the top, they with your block
They slayin' that stick off of Benji
F*ck this rap, I punch the clock

I slayin' that stick at your name
Yeah, I'm pretty, but fancily bought
My life, it get tragically bought
Don't tell me shit about my actions

You ain't feel no sorrow, I done saw
I'm going through what I'm going through
Now look what this thing come to
We live together, but you know

Just if you cross me, I'll slump you
I do you like Big Dumb do
I'll tell your whole car
I done told him as a child

You bitches don't wanna f*ckin' walk with us
He claim that he a ape
But click a 8 soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8, now concentrate

I get you slaughtered for
He know that they was f*ckin', girl
Hate that I call her my mama
Lie to my grandma face

I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my f*ckin' hardest
Not to hit somethin' with that child
Turned myself into the daughter

Know once I start, that I ain't stoppin
I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah

All of them people that ain't left
Let me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say all of the pain that me felt

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneakin', I don't come in for your head
Put them all in my bag, then they left
Let me f*cked up, no help

I just wonder why they do it, nigga, bitch
They chop a son, I knock him down
Now get up, bitch, boy, you ain't never been cut
For this, you grew up thinkin' with your dick

I never sold, I was on drugs
I was the one who sendin' hits
Pussy shot my mama's son
And then I got his brother split

I threw that bitch out on a jet
She used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurtin', I'm tryin' to get loaded
They don't wanna bring me no potion

On my fake page, I been scopin
Bitch, I pick up that notice
Pest around, I need a honda
I'm way too dead, it's a lotus

Have my whole family out that bottom door
Same section they stepped on my curb
And I better talk to his mama
Cause I seen that they ain't got no love

Lit talk, I'm a f*ckin' thug
My son, he's runnin' through his blood
Damn it, baby, I go crazy
And I train him for the let-off slug

Bitch, don't try to play me
You'll die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night that I don't think
About takin' away my life, nigga

Lose it when I fight, nigga
I hedge and I'ma stand down
Slip with my knife, your head lit on me
I threw it down in that dome, you pussy

I don't need no help
Put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that ain't love

Love me all by myself
I got tired, I can't help
Now they say, I say
All of the pain they made me feel

Bitch, you better get some help
On a sneaky night, I'm comin' for they ass
Kill that bitch, that bag
Then they left, left me f*cked up

No help, I just wonder
Why they do a nigga bad
This top, nigga
How you feelin'

How you been doin'
I hope you keepin' your head up
About that, nigga
You know they tryna bring it down

All I need is a child
But Jason, I don't need no help, nigga
They left me out here by myself
Pussy motherf*cker
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