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Steak & Yams Video (MV)




Performed By: Bando
Featuring: Coach Tev
Length: 3:52
Written by: Brandon Anderson, Tevyn Jenkins, Jerry Major




Bando - Steak & Yams Lyrics




[ Featuring Coach Tev ]

Yea, everywhere I go you know it's Southside in it
Pound sign, nigga I been outside with it
See me on the line, give me like 5 minutes
I been Lookin at my time like it's bout time nigga
I don't see no breaks or no stop signs
All we see is guap signs, they fill up my hotline
I be in the field tryna build with all my kind
Really about a mil' my nigga I'm so for real
Yea, I pop my shit when I want to
Big marijuana smoke hopping out the whip, I been zoning
I be tryna live in the moment
I know one of me won't be here in the morning
Own it
Imma get the bill, like I paid for it
I can't even wait for it, bitch I gotta date for it
I got on the plane and I came to LA for it
Imma need the plate with the yams and steak on it

Yea, the hustle can't knock me off
Aw yea we make it look good over here
Riding with the top cut off, circle the block wit my partners
You know they showing love when they see us
We just want the whole thang
Can't let em get you, it's a cold game
Pray that we never fold, we won't change
The only pain we need is champagne, dang

This that swang your ride shit
We just want deposits
This that get on your grind shit
This that
This that
This that shit, for all these folk
This that shit, get all this dope
This that shit, for all we know we all this close let's all get dough

Put a little love in the game, won't get it back
No i'm not the same Teezy T with the fitted cap
Ooo, old UNT yea i been in that
Don't really use my degree, might send it back, true
I don't need a paper, still certified true
I don't need a check still verified, ooo
Got another check not verified
Take another trip blow a check at the enterprise
Ooo baby
Buy u somthing nice, no fugazy
Talk to me nice don't talk to me crazy
I'm in all white like that dude from the 80s
I got more stripes than the crew from the 80s
This ain't Rev Run's house this is Tev's funhouse
Bouncing all over this bitch til sundown
Oh i meant sun up
You can smell the come up
I just put one up
Got me paranoid thinking should i put my gun up
But i'd rather stand here and fight i'm not a runner
I'm a all state first place #1 stunner, slash south side outside chillin muf*cka
Where u been at? Baby i belong to streets
You know a young stray just need something to eat
You know i do trick if u show me how to treat then I run it back thrice like i threw it on repeat
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Yea, everywhere I go you know it's Southside in it
Pound sign, nigga I been outside with it
See me on the line, give me like 5 minutes
I been Lookin at my time like it's bout time nigga
I don't see no breaks or no stop signs
All we see is guap signs, they fill up my hotline
I be in the field tryna build with all my kind
Really about a mil' my nigga I'm so for real
Yea, I pop my shit when I want to
Big marijuana smoke hopping out the whip, I been zoning
I be tryna live in the moment
I know one of me won't be here in the morning
Own it
Imma get the bill, like I paid for it
I can't even wait for it, bitch I gotta date for it
I got on the plane and I came to LA for it
Imma need the plate with the yams and steak on it

Yea, the hustle can't knock me off
Aw yea we make it look good over here
Riding with the top cut off, circle the block wit my partners
You know they showing love when they see us
We just want the whole thang
Can't let em get you, it's a cold game
Pray that we never fold, we won't change
The only pain we need is champagne, dang

This that swang your ride shit
We just want deposits
This that get on your grind shit
This that
This that
This that shit, for all these folk
This that shit, get all this dope
This that shit, for all we know we all this close let's all get dough

Put a little love in the game, won't get it back
No i'm not the same Teezy T with the fitted cap
Ooo, old UNT yea i been in that
Don't really use my degree, might send it back, true
I don't need a paper, still certified true
I don't need a check still verified, ooo
Got another check not verified
Take another trip blow a check at the enterprise
Ooo baby
Buy u somthing nice, no fugazy
Talk to me nice don't talk to me crazy
I'm in all white like that dude from the 80s
I got more stripes than the crew from the 80s
This ain't Rev Run's house this is Tev's funhouse
Bouncing all over this bitch til sundown
Oh i meant sun up
You can smell the come up
I just put one up
Got me paranoid thinking should i put my gun up
But i'd rather stand here and fight i'm not a runner
I'm a all state first place #1 stunner, slash south side outside chillin muf*cka
Where u been at? Baby i belong to streets
You know a young stray just need something to eat
You know i do trick if u show me how to treat then I run it back thrice like i threw it on repeat
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Writer: Brandon Anderson, Tevyn Jenkins, Jerry Major
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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