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Bandz - Blac Youngsta
Written by：Sammie Benson/Mario Mims/Gamal Lewis/Milan Modi/Vincent Miller
Hold my pants up
Oh yeah
I don't need a just to hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Yeah
Hooooo
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt them bands they hold my pants up
I been broke all my life now I got my bands up
I just bought a new Ferrari and I chopped the doors off
I just drunk a pint of lean just so I can dose off
I got bad b**ch out Toronto and she looking real thicke
She say her boyfriend don't like me I say he a real b**ch
I got a foreign bih foreign bih she just wanna strip
I got a foreign clip foreign clip Glock up on my hip
Now a n**ga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself
Ill do anything for you baby you know I love you to death
Every time I fall in louie they say sir you need a belt
I'm like hell naw lil b**ch I got them bands I don't need no help
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
D**n down to die about this gucci belt
Thirteen with a draco man he f**k around and shoot his self
When I met Youngsta he said big homie I'm with you to the death
I told him its GMG we go to war we never ask for help
Bands on deck like a high school
Blood on my chain like a piru
Vet motor and a Chevrolet n**ga want a wraith no I can't lose
Whole squad blessed like ha choo
'Cause I'm a little problem like why you
I'm a street fighter like Ryu
Walk to the bank like hi you
We get money its not a question are you niggas dumb
Big ol' crib in Beverly Hills but I know where I'm from
Eight figure n**ga and drug dealer I went number one
Street n**ga slash superstar slash keep my gun
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
Pants up
Pants up
Young and black
And handsome
Ima burn
Her top up
Free my dawgs
That's locked up
When I take off in that Lamb you know it kick rocks up
Go to war with me you know you need your Glock tucked
Soon as you get rich you know them haters pop up
You know haters respect haters you know they gone flock up
That n**ga ran up on me homie I took him out by myself
Ill do anything for you baby you know I love you to death
Every time I fall in Gucci they like sir you need a belt
I'm like hell naw lil b**ch I got them bands I don't need no help
I don't need a belt these bands they hold my pants up
Hold my pants up
Yeah yeah
And they hold my pants up yeah
Yeah and I got my bands up
Killed this sh*t
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