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Blow Your Top Video (MV)




Performed By: Bandingo YGNE
Length: 2:49
Written by: Robert Brannon




Bandingo YGNE - Blow Your Top Lyrics




I ain't been in the studio for a bop yo
You finna die baby
Yeah

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top

Play stupid, I play dirty, hands on
Like Frank Lucas
I got sauce and you got da juice
Nigga we don't rock the same fluid
Fufu Ya whole Gang Twobit
Digital you niggas can't do it
Bullets go Straight through his ass have dat nigga doing dat Crank movement
I ain't got time to cry today
Don't give a f*ck vibes today
Imma Finger paint myself
Just to put a bullethole inside my face
Time is valuable and I ain't really got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist
As she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape in a shiny cape with alot of cake
Pickup truck how she back it up
Bedrocking Like Metallica
Got it Creaking like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa
I was never good at Alegbra but I like when my money be adding up

This money be flipping itself while kick my feet up like a Mafia Boss
I see these lil pussy ass niggas be running around tryna copy da sauce
Send my shooter to you and da Shotty let off
Bag da body up and drop dat shit off
Dats my Kin
I ain't gotta pay em but I will cause I can

Her mood swinging like a pendulum
I ain't tripping I know It's the hormones
She just need a lil act right so the neighbors bout to hear dis whore moan
Never tell dem boys yo next move that's classified information
If I tell my niggas that we gotta play they better get in formation
Slaughter shit like Conan or an Afghan I'm a madman
Cool nigga Frosty da snowman
Please Act up imma show man
Showboating like a showman
Talkin crazy but yo ass a whole fan
You don't really wanna go down that road like Rosecrans you got no chance

If I sense lies like a Polygraph
Then it's On with the hockey mask
Bitch deepthroat this blowpop
I ain't got no time to lollygag

Pullup whole bunch of choppas kickin
Is it a gunfight or karate class
What's the look today
Think I'll pop out in Punjabi Rags
Poppin tags
Whole lotta cash
Baby gotta whole lotta ass
Givenchy stay up in her shoppin bag
Don't worry if the Buggati Crash
Hop on my back
Girl you know I'm fly so we gon fly away
Got a whole lotta swag
They tryna copy but they don't know to paste
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I ain't been in the studio for a bop yo
You finna die baby
Yeah

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top

Play stupid, I play dirty, hands on
Like Frank Lucas
I got sauce and you got da juice
Nigga we don't rock the same fluid
Fufu Ya whole Gang Twobit
Digital you niggas can't do it
Bullets go Straight through his ass have dat nigga doing dat Crank movement
I ain't got time to cry today
Don't give a f*ck vibes today
Imma Finger paint myself
Just to put a bullethole inside my face
Time is valuable and I ain't really got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist
As she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape in a shiny cape with alot of cake
Pickup truck how she back it up
Bedrocking Like Metallica
Got it Creaking like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa
I was never good at Alegbra but I like when my money be adding up

This money be flipping itself while kick my feet up like a Mafia Boss
I see these lil pussy ass niggas be running around tryna copy da sauce
Send my shooter to you and da Shotty let off
Bag da body up and drop dat shit off
Dats my Kin
I ain't gotta pay em but I will cause I can

Her mood swinging like a pendulum
I ain't tripping I know It's the hormones
She just need a lil act right so the neighbors bout to hear dis whore moan
Never tell dem boys yo next move that's classified information
If I tell my niggas that we gotta play they better get in formation
Slaughter shit like Conan or an Afghan I'm a madman
Cool nigga Frosty da snowman
Please Act up imma show man
Showboating like a showman
Talkin crazy but yo ass a whole fan
You don't really wanna go down that road like Rosecrans you got no chance

If I sense lies like a Polygraph
Then it's On with the hockey mask
Bitch deepthroat this blowpop
I ain't got no time to lollygag

Pullup whole bunch of choppas kickin
Is it a gunfight or karate class
What's the look today
Think I'll pop out in Punjabi Rags
Poppin tags
Whole lotta cash
Baby gotta whole lotta ass
Givenchy stay up in her shoppin bag
Don't worry if the Buggati Crash
Hop on my back
Girl you know I'm fly so we gon fly away
Got a whole lotta swag
They tryna copy but they don't know to paste
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Writer: Robert Brannon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music


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