Paroles:
Banda Strap

it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and band

where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band

put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas and slug it out or be like punks and punk it out pull your strap

threw a brick in da door {P. Diddy} Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam {Busta (Puff)} Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands

the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps) She

the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps) She

jail Outside he is idolized, my sister class and asked them boy'z they wanna be just like'em Push more rocks then belts of asteroids Better strapped

we layin' over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet [Verse 2: Birdman] Brrrat Pearl white bugatti Flash cash flag on the top Spend a nigga band

up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap