paroles de chanson Dirty Bands - FSG Rell

Niggas know I'm strapped
Riding round wit the mack
Fucked up, but now I'm back
Feeling like T-Mac
I don't got no rap
Number one don't lack
True Religion off of my ass
Run up on me get clapped
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands, dirty bands
Dirty bands, dirty bands
Bad hoes Hugh Hefner
What you want I got extra
Red bottoms ain't special
Momma do that on a regular
I don't feel no pressure
Second night don't text us
Fat ass Alexis Texas
Ran off can't catch us
Dirty bands dirty bands
Benjamin is my friend
Eric B and Rakim
Take a pic from my lens
Putting mud in the hands
Watch Rell do his dance
I don't do the romance
Take a flight out to France
Louie holding my pants
Gunna fresh out the can
I'm a pop you with a can
About to fuck it up again

Niggas know I'm strapped
Riding round wit the mack
Fucked up, but now I'm back
Feeling like T-Mac
I don't got no rap
Number one don't lack
True Religion off of my ass
Run up on me get clapped
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands, dirty bands
Dirty bands, dirty bands

Beat the Case like OJ
MJ with no nose ring
Only boss shit only
Fuck and pass to the homie
I'm a get it how it's necessary
I'ma make sure I'm legendary
Shooting like a young Jason Terry
Fuck a Bitch, I got the game to marry
Fuck around and get hit
Young bulls with no picks
Drop top on a bitch
Dirty bands for the clip
14 off my feet
Trapping shit overseas
All my dogs got heat
Perc 10 can't sleep

Niggas know I'm strapped
Riding round wit the mack
Fucked up, but now I'm back
Feeling like T-Mac
I don't got no rap
Number one don't lack
True Religion off of my ass
Run up on me get clapped
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands dirty bands, Uh
Dirty bands, dirty bands
Dirty bands, dirty bands
If my man call my phone gone ride
See the opps they watch and plot
Hit my name on his phone I'll slide
FSG FSG, we pop
Stay down 'till the day you shine
Run the game we about to be the mob
Got to get rid of lose ties
Chicken wings, 4 wings and fries
I don't let no other niggas slide
Niggas see me they surprised
Get yours 'cause I get mines
I got dirty bands on my mind
I got dirty bands on my mind
I got dirty bands on my mind
I got dirty bands on my mind