Bandz Da Breash - Pause

I got a plan now make these mufuckin’ bands now
This is yo’ chance, however, don’t hold yo’ hands out
Fuck that talking hot shit we bouta dance now
Hope you got yo’ thing wit’ you don’t get caught wit’ yo’ pants down
Pause, all that talking hot shit don’t ever pan out
Deuce a sleeper, hit a mother fucker bring the xan out
I come back Da Breash now these niggas think they Damann now
I don’t give a fuck what you saying, nigga go stand down
I got the choppa really, these niggas are opps they kill me
I got the gift of gab, I said this nigga dying made the doctor feel me
Get lit like I pop a pilly, inside her mind like how Dr. Phil be
I get the top and race out, if you’re not fine by tomorrow you will be
She said she want toxic baby, I told her to top me crazy
I told her box is mine now, but ain’t tell her bout’ milady
She heated when that’s what that case be
Cause she know she gon’ have to chase me
She heated she know what the case be, cause she know she gon’ have to chase me
I got a plan now make these mufuckin’ bands now
This is yo’ chance, however, don’t hold yo’ hands out
Fuck that talking hot shit we bouta dance now
Hope you got yo’ thing wit’ you don’t get caught wit’ yo’ pants down
Pause, they was talking hot until them niggas ran out
I let off the mother fucker tool until it ran out
Lucky there wasn’t man down, God’s on your side get bands now
Or my niggas gon’ fan out
Flocking at opps I’m sanctioned, drip sauce I’m ostentatious
No talking no conversation, Ima need my compensation
Good work is the cost of pacing, these niggas are not on timing
All the way to the top I’m racing, look at me and reflect like diamonds
Look at what ima get, I’m climbing
Look at me passing them they crying
If they ain’t peep the drip they lying
If niggas moving hot they dying
If niggas moving hot they dying
If niggas moving hot they dying
They do not know what I’d done done
I got a plan now make these mufuckin’ bands now
This is yo’ chance, however, don’t hold yo’ hands out
Fuck that talking hot shit we bouta dance now
Hope you got yo’ thing wit’ you don’t get caught wit’ yo’ pants down
Pause, all that talking hot shit don’t ever pan out
Deuce a sleeper, hit a mother fucker bring the xan out
I come back Da Breash now these niggas think they Damann now
I don’t give a fuck what you saying, nigga go stand down

Written by:
Damann Bogle

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