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Untouchable (Gojo) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bando Brando
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Brandon Stanfield




Bando Brando - Untouchable (Gojo) Lyrics
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Kaden, can you come back
Yeah, bitches wanna touch on me, I'm Gojo
Ten toes about money, Han Solo
Running laps , gotta wrap my knees, I'm Flojo
When I trick, you know she trick, that's Bogo
Big bando, rockin' shit
Big pointers on my wrist
Dark skin on my bitch
And a Cuban link round my pit
Accept my solitude, I'll let you know when I be ready
My father always told me, son, I knew you would be ready
When you was a lil' baby, you use to feed yourself spaghetti
Ridin' on your bike, skippin' school, watchin' belly
Grades was always good, smart nigga when you met me
Fat lil' nigga in my pockets, lil' Debbie
Still stuff my pockets with the cream but now it's fetty
Remember frozen cups, 50 cent, that's a betty
Over West, nigga, stop at Collin's for a steak
Took my bitch to Royals, up the village it's a date
If the love true, do it matter what I make
I'ma make a way, baby, I'ma put it on our plate
You niggas can't touch on me, I'm Gojo
Ten toes about money, Han Solo
Running laps, gotta wrap my knees, I'm Flojo
When I trick, you know she trick, that's Bogo
Big bando, rockin' shit
Big pointers on my wrist
Dark skin on my bitch
And a Cuban link round my pit
Stay down, bookie, don't be lyin' to my face
Doin' all that dirt, but you eatin' all your cake
Thought the bitch was a butterfly, she turned out to be a snake
Livin' with the hoe, I scoop my feelings with a rake
I gotta show you everything that be on my mind
I had no time for sleep, just to eat, I got the grind
If you ever was my lady, protect my name, you wanna mine
Hurt me to my core when I found out you wasn't lying
You told me, it was over too late, out of time
That's your lost, baby, I ain't never been a swine
Not my fault your spiteful ways, caught you in a lie
I'mma still make this money in my shirt and my tie
I'm a real man, I work real hard, so I brag different
5K on two pair of shoes, yeah, that bag different
F*ck a bitch and f*ck her too, yeah, I'm back pimpin
Pressing me about your boo, that's an ass whippin
Two O's, goin' for two, I'm grass flippin
Two shots of the deuce, my glass slippin
Two clocks in the booth, the gas kickin
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Kaden, can you come back
Yeah, bitches wanna touch on me, I'm Gojo
Ten toes about money, Han Solo
Running laps , gotta wrap my knees, I'm Flojo
When I trick, you know she trick, that's Bogo
Big bando, rockin' shit
Big pointers on my wrist
Dark skin on my bitch
And a Cuban link round my pit
Accept my solitude, I'll let you know when I be ready
My father always told me, son, I knew you would be ready
When you was a lil' baby, you use to feed yourself spaghetti
Ridin' on your bike, skippin' school, watchin' belly
Grades was always good, smart nigga when you met me
Fat lil' nigga in my pockets, lil' Debbie
Still stuff my pockets with the cream but now it's fetty
Remember frozen cups, 50 cent, that's a betty
Over West, nigga, stop at Collin's for a steak
Took my bitch to Royals, up the village it's a date
If the love true, do it matter what I make
I'ma make a way, baby, I'ma put it on our plate
You niggas can't touch on me, I'm Gojo
Ten toes about money, Han Solo
Running laps, gotta wrap my knees, I'm Flojo
When I trick, you know she trick, that's Bogo
Big bando, rockin' shit
Big pointers on my wrist
Dark skin on my bitch
And a Cuban link round my pit
Stay down, bookie, don't be lyin' to my face
Doin' all that dirt, but you eatin' all your cake
Thought the bitch was a butterfly, she turned out to be a snake
Livin' with the hoe, I scoop my feelings with a rake
I gotta show you everything that be on my mind
I had no time for sleep, just to eat, I got the grind
If you ever was my lady, protect my name, you wanna mine
Hurt me to my core when I found out you wasn't lying
You told me, it was over too late, out of time
That's your lost, baby, I ain't never been a swine
Not my fault your spiteful ways, caught you in a lie
I'mma still make this money in my shirt and my tie
I'm a real man, I work real hard, so I brag different
5K on two pair of shoes, yeah, that bag different
F*ck a bitch and f*ck her too, yeah, I'm back pimpin
Pressing me about your boo, that's an ass whippin
Two O's, goin' for two, I'm grass flippin
Two shots of the deuce, my glass slippin
Two clocks in the booth, the gas kickin
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Writer: Brandon Stanfield
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