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Gino Klebba
Gino Klebba
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Had to run me up them bands, I ain't talkin' bout no drums Hated math, but addition kinda cool cause I love them sums Middle of the winter, had to leave my city for a month Cause it be too cold like my heart Now she fuckin' with a bum Had to run me up them bands, I ain't talkin' bout no drums Hated math, but addition kinda cool cause I love them sums Middle of the winter, had to leave my city for a month Cause it be too cold like my heart Now she fuckin' with a bum Now she huggin' on a bum, like me when she take them pants off Granit how my homies be meanwhile all of your mans soft Let's go band for band lil' homie, call that shit a bands off Homie got that rare gas, hold on, turn the fans off She just wanna be loved, not talkin' bout the Bronx I don't really need love, I'll deal with my wrongs Know some people that be crack like some thongs But I made some money off that shit, the diamond setting prong Like Big Pharma, made some money off the meds ho Dirtied up my sprite with lean, now it's red ho Ain't no charge gon' ever turn me to a fed, no She gon' give me sloppy toppy cause I said so Would've kept her but she remind me of my ex though She want too much dates, I move on to the next ho Just keep it a hundred like them blue bills in my vest ho Never put all legs in one basket or nest bro Had to run me up them bands, I ain't talkin' bout no drums Hated math, but addition kinda cool cause I love them sums Middle of the winter, had to leave my city for a month Cause it be too cold like my heart Now she fuckin' with a bum Now she huggin' on a bum, like me when she take them pants off Granit how my homies be meanwhile all of your mans soft Let's go band for band lil' homie, call that shit a bands off Homie got that rare gas, hold on, turn the fans off What set you rep, I rep them sets up in the gym bro Cause I'm tryna get swole like my pockets been bro Banzos, do not fuck with them though Mentos in my cola, red dro in my soda Baby got that bottle figure Coca-Cola Maybe if she do me up right, I'ma roll up Fuck her so good, now she screamin', curlin' toes up Only white she know about, follow her nose up
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