Bandino - No Favors (feat. Jtreyco)

This one she sure she grateful
For
I told her I'ma sign it to my label Sip it on so her know it ain't maple
Got shooters that'll do me that favor I need my women in flavors

My uncle said I'm a lover not a player And I need my trees by the acres
Could bind that paper like staples That's how it plays, I'ma fill up the highlight
reel The way she get sloppy when she pop that pill
Ain't nobody doing what I done this year Watch me boo how I walk with no fear

I see a real nigga looking in the mirror Late afternoon, I'ma crack the seal
Next day air with him back concealed In the kitchen with a pot I got whip appeal
No usher but you gotta do it my way So we can get better results
Bet I do that, no it ain't my fault Soon as I ignore her she calling me more

Soon as I wake up, money on the floor Millie Meals pouring up her ace for the
floor She gave me that Snooki on her Jersey Shore
Nigga would've thought you was Herman Moore Cause we don't remember you no more
Some things you can't afford All this Dior I gotta sport

I dropped the wood, I'm paranoid But she ain't never fucked one of my boys
My trust run deep into your core Making life easy cause times was hard
Missing the people that I lost Sometimes I feel like any day it could happen
Outcome would've been different if I saved my reaction

Now I stay out the way and I got my paper stacking
Legendary status sending waves across the atlas
Top plays, I'ma fill up the highlight reel The way she get sloppy when she pop that pill
Ain't nobody doing what I done this year Watch me boo how I walk with no fear

I see a real nigga looking in the mirror Late afternoon, I'ma crack the seal
Next day air with a vacuum seal In the kitchen with a pot I got whip appeal
She love what I do to her psyche it improve what I do to her body
Best weed she ever smoked with me is biscotti Know you a good girl but you gotta get naughty

Twerking all that ass in the party No you can't take a picture in my carties
Cause you probably tryna make a nigga mad Stalking all that ass on the gram
I like em dark skin like Pam Nigga wanna bag I'ma tax like Sam
You been looking for the real baby here I am When she wake up on a Saturday this her jam

Wake up miss finally wanna answer her phone Drinking nejo with her friends on the pole
FaceTime me when you on the way home You can't get another and it ain't no clone
I love it when she give it to me sloppy Every time it seem to just shock me
When you get mad why you always wanna block me

When I be out why you always tryna clock me
Since you got the addy baby then drop it Always thought you be solid
Never folding up like a wallet You only see the way you was taught it

Written by:
Justin Douthard

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