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200 Ways - Daboii & Poppa Got Bandz Lyrics

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[intro: poppa got bandz]
nor flinch, put your face on the ‘gram
don’t move nor flinch, put your face on the ‘gram
mm
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: poppa got bandz]
don’t move nor flinch, put your face on the ‘gram
sn*tch his chain, take his watch, take his waist panty down
catch them n*ggas posted up partyin’, clear that b*tch out
found out she f*ckin’ pb, you punched her in her mouth
yeah, i know how your b*tch told me how you get physical
but every time we slide through, you never let your pistol blow
kickin’ [?] air force soles
bum b*tches i don’t pay, i stay from near those

[verse 2: poppa got bandz & daboii]
all the 9s fully, don’t forget about the .40s
my young n*ggas donkeys, they’ll f*ck over your homies
now we doin’ h*lla [?] ‘causе it’s bands on him
you ain’t gon’ f*ck sh*t over, on your dead homies
oh, hе throw the 2s down? f*ckin’ put some lead on him
hit the p*ssy so good, baby got the bed sunkin’
neck shot, face shot, tryna leave his head open
h*lla strikers, baby a’s, and fully glocks when we be slidin’
40 water, this b*tch flooded
brodie said it’s perfect timin’
“d*boii, where you been?” b*tch, i don’t know, b*tch, i been ridin’
n*gga callin’ for his b*tch, told that n*gga come and find her
said you smokin’ on my brother, he ain’t even did that
n*gga flexin’ in the club, he’ll get his wrist sn*tched
suckers dissin’ in them songs, come and get some get*back
[verse 3: poppa got bandz]
off a honey pack hittin’ honey, broke the b*tch back
got in a lil’ turn, n*ggas came back sad
tried to steal home baby, but lil’ buddy wasn’t fast
[?], them other n*ggas show l!cks
n*ggas [?] got it spankin’ oldheads
every time we get a taxi call, we off no meds
more bands, more bodies, y’all got more dead friends
switched up on pg, we used to come often

[verse 4: daboii]
yeah, got the drop on them n*ggas, told pop i’m all in
sayin’ he the biggest shark, n*gga, you a craw then
b*tches on me in the club and i ain’t even walk in
.45 turn a dreadhead to a baldhead
broke b*tch on my line askin’ can she hold ten
and i had to laugh that sh*t off, i wouldn’t buy that b*tch a burger
b*tch run off with the back, then i’m mike, she tina turner
throw the wrong sh*t up, then he gon’ get his ass murdered
auntie want some pills, ain’t gon’ lie, had to serve her
omarion with the glock, up my hammer, then i serve it
n*ggas know what i bang, n*ggas know where we hang
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no brush, we take souls when we paint
why you hit that b*tch raw? boy, you know that it stank
and i’m good with the [?], felt like four to his brain
[verse 5: poppa got bandz]
bounced out with no skeezy like, “f*ck this lil’ fame”
i rob n*ggas and break b*tches, why the f*ck would i sell eighths?
rap check comin’ in too, sh*t, life great
they just wanted two tapes, i turned down 40k
like, we ain’t here for a hundred*twenty k four ways
n*ggas playin’ the f*ck out of kraze like we ain’t havin’ pape’
n*gga dissin’ in these songs like we ain’t jumpin’ out these straights
and we ain’t puttin’ belt to ass with both baby a’s and k’s (yeah)

[verse 6: daboii]
like we ain’t puttin’ belt to ass with them gl!ckos
i don’t shoot dice, bet a ten in the casino
callin’ up the b*tch late at night like, “it’s me, ho”
i ain’t givin’ sh*t in this b*tch but some free smoke
yeah, i count a hundred three times, we ain’t equal
try to get the spot, i get to knockin’ through the peephole
lookin’ for a cute thick b*tch for me to breathe on
them n*ggas time comin’, be patient, it won’t long (put that on the gang)

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