Bandit Lyrics – Don Toliver
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Bandit Lyrics
I did it for love
Ride the highway, rock the bus (rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like army plus (ready up, ready up)
Walk in the strip, she’s gonna make it bust (bust it ooooo… bust it)
I do damage (bust it) and n**ga can’t stand it (bust it)
Psycho bandit (bust it)
Like its Marilyn Manson (bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (bust it)
Get the sprite and enhance it (bust it)
Pull the wock out the pantry (bust it)
Take a sip and I’m dancin’ (bust it)
She pop perc like a plan b (bust it)
Oh she lit like a candle, boot it up in the car seat
Hold a n**ga for ransom, want it back better call me (bust it)
Its whatever, I’m geeked
Bout to punch at the party (wooo)
You n**gas aint fly, this shit lookin’ dummy
I popped to get fried, I look like a mummy
I’m gettin’ this cash, from Monday to Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t about the money
My boys in the trap, and it jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills it ain’t nothin’ funny
From this side and I keep that bitch comin’
If I gotta reach up I’m gonna keep that bitch dumpin’
The way I slide in that coupe boy I keep that bitch hummin’
We went and rock this bitch all the way to the summer
Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber
Why would I keep her, I never went love her
I just went fucked her and gave to my brother
Eat her for dinner and I’ll eat it her for supper
Why would you keep her lil n**a you a sucka
Why would you keep her lil n**a you a sucka
I did it for love
Ride the highway, rock the bus (rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like army plus (rake it up, rake it up)
Walk in the strip, she’s gonna make it bust (bust it ooooo… bust it)
I do damage (bust it) and n**ga can’t stand it (bust it)
Psycho bandit (bust it)
Like its Marilyn Manson (bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (bust it)
Get the sprite and enhance it (bust it)
Pull the wock out the pantry (bust it)
You n**as aint fly, this shit lookin’ dummy
I’ll probably get fried, I look like a mummy
I’m gettin’ this cash, Monday through Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t about the money
My boys in the trap, and it jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills it ain’t nothin’ funny
From this side and I keep that bitch comin’
If I gotta reach up I’m gonna keep that bitch dumpin’
Riding that bitch gotta tv huh
Belt on that boy like a bebe huh
Hide in the bush you won’t see me huh..
Put you under water like seaweed huh
Why lil n**ga be me huh
45 up when i’m creepin’ huh
Drive by shoot in the demon huh
Fck what you sayin’ im geekin huh
Ooooooooooo…