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Bando - Nostalgia, Pt. I & II Lyrics



Bando - Nostalgia, Pt. I & II Lyrics




[ Featuring Matt Swagnew ]

We gon' get to
Popping bottles, cop moscato
Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars
Streets is full of cops and robbers
We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar
That's nostalgia

I need that 40 OZ in my brown bag
I be sitting sideways scraping dayton's like Caine did
Menacing with the kin and them
Kick a jiggy sentence, written's my ritalin
I'm sicker than your average bastard
Momma pardon my ways for we just trying to get paid
I'm probably gon' catch a fade cause y'all niggas be in my way
Catch me getting jiggy, jiggle titties when I step in the building
I come second to nothing, I sever heads of your children
Jiminy Cricket boy that's sickening
Shove a couple shovels down your neck if you ain't digging him
You dealing with a shark up in the water homie
I can see your poker face
But shit, I run the wire, watch me orchestrate
The boy gonna make the wack niggas hate it
All these bad bitches love me
Label me back in effect effectively causing commotion
Most of these niggas been average acting like we never notice
Novice is what i'm implying time to get ride of these bogus niggas
But don't stop, get it, get it,
Get your money, get your power, ain't no difference
See, all these niggas got a dream to make a million
Only difference is the one who putting it in fruition
Boy i'm bout my business

We gon' get to
Popping bottles, cop moscato
Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars
Streets is full of cops and robbers
We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar
That's nostalgia

Ain't no love from the pavement
All I see is bottled anger, these niggas complaining
Time for B to claim it, okay, these niggas in danger
See my lyrical aim is erratic i'm actually f*cking insane
They wanted smoke 'til they up in the flame
Where is my ashtray then
Y'all in a rat race
On top of that, niggas in last place, damn
I'm on a sack chase
Right now, I'm in the back field
Niggas dying on a cap hills
Take a bad step and they cap peeled
I'm on the interstate, driving way higher than I'm supposed to be
Going back forth with myself on which one is cold as me
I prolly could name like 3 others who getting close to me
Them niggas me, myself and I, I'm speaking colloquially
I'll never get in a local beef, let's get the poultry
It's too many Guygers for us to to end up like Botham Jean
Just as a reminder, your time could be cut like cocoa leave
I think I'mma make it home, hopefully

I'm running late they running backwards, I'm ahead of my time
Instead of following accounts , I'm trying to follow the signs
Me and my niggas undefeated like the father of time
I'm like when something in a jar and that hot water collide
Crack, open the windows let the water inside
Don't obey they rules or you ain't part of the tribe
Run it up in every way, boy that's the only way
If we see a play that's out of state then we still on the way
I been working late, day to day
So I don't want a break
And I don't do the fakes so If you hating then we don't relate
F*ck a snake
Fangs in my ankles I still gotta keep my grass cut
Degrees inside the car , The gun still fall out as we ash blunts
We trying to simplify a way to run that bag up
But if we can't then f*ck it guess we finna mask up
We still addicted to Playstations and fat butts
I thought I had a handle on this shit but that was last month
Strapped up
Cognac cup
Chick in the bathtub
Finna give me back rubs
Just for a piece of Matt's love
The difference is when we collide it still be mad love
You niggas want the work without the work that shit don't add up
Nigga
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We gon' get to
Popping bottles, cop moscato
Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars
Streets is full of cops and robbers
We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar
That's nostalgia

I need that 40 OZ in my brown bag
I be sitting sideways scraping dayton's like Caine did
Menacing with the kin and them
Kick a jiggy sentence, written's my ritalin
I'm sicker than your average bastard
Momma pardon my ways for we just trying to get paid
I'm probably gon' catch a fade cause y'all niggas be in my way
Catch me getting jiggy, jiggle titties when I step in the building
I come second to nothing, I sever heads of your children
Jiminy Cricket boy that's sickening
Shove a couple shovels down your neck if you ain't digging him
You dealing with a shark up in the water homie
I can see your poker face
But shit, I run the wire, watch me orchestrate
The boy gonna make the wack niggas hate it
All these bad bitches love me
Label me back in effect effectively causing commotion
Most of these niggas been average acting like we never notice
Novice is what i'm implying time to get ride of these bogus niggas
But don't stop, get it, get it,
Get your money, get your power, ain't no difference
See, all these niggas got a dream to make a million
Only difference is the one who putting it in fruition
Boy i'm bout my business

We gon' get to
Popping bottles, cop moscato
Dodge the suit and tie, we 'bout them dollars
Streets is full of cops and robbers
We gon' take it back to basement so pop your collar
That's nostalgia

Ain't no love from the pavement
All I see is bottled anger, these niggas complaining
Time for B to claim it, okay, these niggas in danger
See my lyrical aim is erratic i'm actually f*cking insane
They wanted smoke 'til they up in the flame
Where is my ashtray then
Y'all in a rat race
On top of that, niggas in last place, damn
I'm on a sack chase
Right now, I'm in the back field
Niggas dying on a cap hills
Take a bad step and they cap peeled
I'm on the interstate, driving way higher than I'm supposed to be
Going back forth with myself on which one is cold as me
I prolly could name like 3 others who getting close to me
Them niggas me, myself and I, I'm speaking colloquially
I'll never get in a local beef, let's get the poultry
It's too many Guygers for us to to end up like Botham Jean
Just as a reminder, your time could be cut like cocoa leave
I think I'mma make it home, hopefully

I'm running late they running backwards, I'm ahead of my time
Instead of following accounts , I'm trying to follow the signs
Me and my niggas undefeated like the father of time
I'm like when something in a jar and that hot water collide
Crack, open the windows let the water inside
Don't obey they rules or you ain't part of the tribe
Run it up in every way, boy that's the only way
If we see a play that's out of state then we still on the way
I been working late, day to day
So I don't want a break
And I don't do the fakes so If you hating then we don't relate
F*ck a snake
Fangs in my ankles I still gotta keep my grass cut
Degrees inside the car , The gun still fall out as we ash blunts
We trying to simplify a way to run that bag up
But if we can't then f*ck it guess we finna mask up
We still addicted to Playstations and fat butts
I thought I had a handle on this shit but that was last month
Strapped up
Cognac cup
Chick in the bathtub
Finna give me back rubs
Just for a piece of Matt's love
The difference is when we collide it still be mad love
You niggas want the work without the work that shit don't add up
Nigga
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Writer: Brandon Anderson, Matthew Agnew, Alexander Lewis, Kal Banx
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music

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