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Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though I know that I'm the man hoe, look, I know that I'm the man hoe Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle Dreams ain't in the bando, but we still in the bando Got tools like Home Depot, young Rambos, young Commandos And I whip like I work repo, and she say I'm lost like Nemo And please don't grab my hand hoe, but I'll tip you if you dance though I know that I'm the man hoe, I know that I'm the man hoe Like lightbulbs and like candles, my youngins too hot to handle And all my youngins disfunctional let the full clip dismantle And if you want your bitch back, it costs Andre three stacks Too stuck with the drugs but I relapse, 'cause the world so cruel I need that, 'cause the world so fake I need that Got me a judge but I don't need a [?] [?] Count it up in a all black Cadillac And what's mine can't be yours, my line ain't dry no more And you ain't talkin' bout shit, so I'm gon' slide ignore Leave the shoes at the door, bitch don't fuck up my floor [?] Trap house kitchen, marble floors We gon' whip with them suicide doors French your main bitch and she gon' do all my chores Baby by the lean [?] sippin' good Baby by the lean [?] From Letras Mania