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Correct The Bandit Lyrics
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Correct The Bandit
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[Chorus:]: Kitami Safiya What makes you think that you can fuck with the Bandit Act like you lost your mind get it wrapped in Bandage Let me make it clear if you don't understand it Be brave, you try Go head, you'll die [Verse:]: Vally'o I'ma let you know just how this shit gon' go You fuck around with bandit goons out guns blow The last left the planet fam can't stand one seven O (170) Don't you ever ever ever come around here no'mo You fuck around with he and catch a round from me We went from buddies to friends now we family tree I go rasta on that ass and I spit like tree (3) Smoke a loud leaf and breathe off a Tie Stick beat Like really really keep arm distance silly It's lacerations stab wounds and nine millys feel me If you don't understand well fam here's a fair warning Medical examiners families mourning Wakes, funerals, cars forming Lines that what you get if you fuck around with mines We on the grind and this the first and last time Blast that cannon for the bandit what the fuck You lost your mind (Blaaat) [Chorus:] [Verse 2:]: Mark Will and Deli Tang Fucking with my nigga Fet, I'll take it back to basics A thousand ways to die give yo bitch ass a face lift Face lift we get a the word it's on click boom Police presence with you, we run in hospital rooms Shit hit the fan the luger fits the bill If we can get you, then your kids get killed Let a G know we wild have yo bitch turning tricks When ever fet need a nigga hit that six fo' six (Huhh) Got the block jumping like a 6-4, for my nigga fetti I'll kick in your door For that chicken put your brains on the fucking floor Brickstacks smurf mob You know where we at even the youngings is strapped Niggas lying we spit facts we make moves for the bandit You haters can't stand it, pockets on fat off that white Ralph cramsen exotic guns ain't jammin (Haaan) [Chorus:] [Verse 3:]: Fetti Cash It's the wild raccoon, bandit in the room Murder death kill don't get filled with the steal Stabbed or beat with the bat, it's the bandit don't make me jump out And attack you rats you heard my goonies They all got my back even though they know I pop my own strap They still wanna roll out and pop toast and mash potato for the bandit Don't make me rock or do ya or hit you 45 times like the cops Did to Imadu-la I'm orthodox... I'm orthodox Who wanna pop and get they eye knocked out the socket Face blown off forehead crack with the bat Or straight split with the Axe so you better beware When the bandit creep in all black, put you to sleep Then fuck up your dreams like freddy did to lisa It's primetime bitch [Chorus:]
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