Baggyeezus - Lonely bands lyrics
[Baggyeezus - Lonely bands lyrics]
Used to be lonely till I got me some bands
Now she want me she
Wanna hold my hand, she used to be
Sleep like she pop some xans, hop
On a beat that’s another band
Hoes wanna fuck what did you say? Back then
I used to be a loser, hop in
The crowd it’s a huge surf
Bitches stop and stare like
Excuse sir?, can I get a pic with you?
I knew you from way back ago
Can you pose for the flick?, swear to
God these bitches make me sick
Girlfriends calling
To suck my dick, there’s not too
Many of them to pick, i don’t really want
No trick, I just a milli bricks, too
Much to prove that bitches ain’t shit
They come and go when you
Got some chips, last time I fell in
Love I gave too many shit's, left with
A open heart with too many split's, but
This beat help to find my glam
Couldn’t even find
My self who the fuck I am?, but never
Will i fucking hop on a trend, i
Ain’t like others I don’t go through grams
Focus on yourself I’ll focus on bands
Only fucking reason why I’m
Still holding my pants, it’s a fucking k for
These black Ralf sims, I still my
Shawty she all in my head
Quick bag while I’m left on
Read, forget about shawty she
Wish I was dead
When I pop back I’m in a black
Benz, but she no average shawty a 10
Kinda wish that we could try again
But when I try to text I
Don’t hit no send nah
Now she want me she
Wanna hold my hand, she used to be
Sleep like she pop some xans, hop
On a beat that’s another band
Hoes wanna fuck what did you say? Back then
I used to be a loser, hop in
The crowd it’s a huge surf
Bitches stop and stare like
Excuse sir?, can I get a pic with you?
I knew you from way back ago
Can you pose for the flick?, swear to
God these bitches make me sick
Girlfriends calling
To suck my dick, there’s not too
Many of them to pick, i don’t really want
No trick, I just a milli bricks, too
Much to prove that bitches ain’t shit
They come and go when you
Got some chips, last time I fell in
Love I gave too many shit's, left with
A open heart with too many split's, but
This beat help to find my glam
Couldn’t even find
My self who the fuck I am?, but never
Will i fucking hop on a trend, i
Ain’t like others I don’t go through grams
Focus on yourself I’ll focus on bands
Only fucking reason why I’m
Still holding my pants, it’s a fucking k for
These black Ralf sims, I still my
Shawty she all in my head
Quick bag while I’m left on
Read, forget about shawty she
Wish I was dead
When I pop back I’m in a black
Benz, but she no average shawty a 10
Kinda wish that we could try again
But when I try to text I
Don’t hit no send nah