King Louie - Bandz, Bottles & Bitches lyrics

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I was smoking down here, I’ve been smoking and these niggas hear it out

Yeah we doing big drills my nigga

And we got the bitches, we got the bandz and we got big bottles on the tables

Yo man, shout out to the game, now you gotta walk out with me,

Let’s get it!

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Gold wings on my pants

Reds strips n the back of my shoes

I had to streap some none sense since pack daddy

Others niggas trash, I’mm call him on back side

Only designa bitches fresh to front line

Fuck with, fuck around, fuck around the front line

Try a way out to me it’s like a dead line

Give money, try not to give fit time

Nigga fallin’ with your bitch it’s just the red line

I’mma pimping like a(?)

I’ll get high like a (?)

Money double like tenna

The niggas building when I build them

Blow it high, smoking

Bitches do, bitches to the medium

Activist I’m sick, wanna beat ‘em

Double you, I’m fucked out, double do

Ball, wanna fuck but they was rolling on (?)

And our friends with us, they wait to eat pussy

You think they with no niggas

Can’t wait to tell my niggas ‘bout this go get us

I got bandz and bitches

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

I’m like roll the dope with the bitch a side

I got bandz, they want bottles, I’mma get ‘em now

Just see a man get broke and she sick of that

I was smoke and try to let it get ahead on that

She hit it right down, where you get this at?

I told you this a new shit, let it now check

Get money, broke niggas ain’t about that

Rather talkin’ ‘bout shit, not be ‘bout shit

I can’t talk about shit if I won’t live ‘bout shit

Over take that shit, so smooth your shit

Rock you (?) you can pull to your shit

Shownty fine, make a nigga get after that

Make it swing all over, should be that better

She admit that she give probably (?)

(?) and I’m so with it

Talking ‘bout get money I’m like go get it

Talking ‘bout big guns, go get ‘em

Damn use, these niggas lose, I want bitches for play music

We will winnin’ ‘til the fucking ending

We were real since the begging

Fucking bitch told the fucking feelings

So fucked up I don’t got no feelings

Next day that I remember was

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz

Bandz, bottles, bitches

Bottles, bitches, bandz