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Bondo Video (MV)




Performed By: GrayPex
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Stanley Weems, Jr.




GrayPex - Bondo Lyrics
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To keep it honest man
My younger days was crime-ridden
Sneaking out the crib and hittin whips
To try to fit in
Little did I know them niggas didn't have it in them
I graduated through it
I guess I heard the music
Went day tripping and stumbled upon a calling booth
It stuck with me like tanker ships on a barnacle
Look at me now
We 9 deep at the venue nigga
3-5 With me
She 5'5, I ain't come in with her
Roll another paper up
Can't match, it's dangerous
They lacing up the product
From the front to back wit angel dust
I hit the road and go home
Hot box is not broke
I choke choke
Evoke smoke
Through potholes in hot bowls
Christen down my new whip
Rosalia playing in the background from the pulpit
Grammy nominated if you ask the boys I cool wit
Sly just on some coop shit
Crash Bandicoot-rement
Not picking up a broomstick
All you niggas salty huh
Learn it like the Kalima
I got the evidence
That you ain't pure
No need to hide it now
Peanut you so brittle man
My kicks is matching Killa Cam
Nike checks and balances
Is needed from my government
That's another story though
Find some other day for it
Tripping running round The Capitol
Like modern day Forrest
Standing like I'm Martin Luther
At the line of peace and looting
Niggas shooting truth
And smoking boof
Up on the roof in Kufis
Came back day 2 shit
Thoughts of Beirut running 2 mans
Like a 5k race, ooh damn
F*ck y'all and y'all Ku Klan
White hood where I stay nigga
Mean mugging, won't play wit em
Lick a cracker like dog shit
If they rude ass won't call quits
Liquor stay in my double cup
Throw a fist up when my Captain come
You ain't got no credit with me
You ain't doing nothing tryna cap for one
Skunk smell in my coat bro
Don't play I'm the GOAT though
Ringside with a bad clique
Ain't no bum hoes in our convo
Higher eyes like a condo
Hands sticky like Bondo
F*ck all of yo rules man
I don't trust shit f*ck 5-0
I said higher eyes like a condo
Hands sticky like Bondo
F*ck all of yo rules man
I don't trust shit f*ck 5-0
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To keep it honest man
My younger days was crime-ridden
Sneaking out the crib and hittin whips
To try to fit in
Little did I know them niggas didn't have it in them
I graduated through it
I guess I heard the music
Went day tripping and stumbled upon a calling booth
It stuck with me like tanker ships on a barnacle
Look at me now
We 9 deep at the venue nigga
3-5 With me
She 5'5, I ain't come in with her
Roll another paper up
Can't match, it's dangerous
They lacing up the product
From the front to back wit angel dust
I hit the road and go home
Hot box is not broke
I choke choke
Evoke smoke
Through potholes in hot bowls
Christen down my new whip
Rosalia playing in the background from the pulpit
Grammy nominated if you ask the boys I cool wit
Sly just on some coop shit
Crash Bandicoot-rement
Not picking up a broomstick
All you niggas salty huh
Learn it like the Kalima
I got the evidence
That you ain't pure
No need to hide it now
Peanut you so brittle man
My kicks is matching Killa Cam
Nike checks and balances
Is needed from my government
That's another story though
Find some other day for it
Tripping running round The Capitol
Like modern day Forrest
Standing like I'm Martin Luther
At the line of peace and looting
Niggas shooting truth
And smoking boof
Up on the roof in Kufis
Came back day 2 shit
Thoughts of Beirut running 2 mans
Like a 5k race, ooh damn
F*ck y'all and y'all Ku Klan
White hood where I stay nigga
Mean mugging, won't play wit em
Lick a cracker like dog shit
If they rude ass won't call quits
Liquor stay in my double cup
Throw a fist up when my Captain come
You ain't got no credit with me
You ain't doing nothing tryna cap for one
Skunk smell in my coat bro
Don't play I'm the GOAT though
Ringside with a bad clique
Ain't no bum hoes in our convo
Higher eyes like a condo
Hands sticky like Bondo
F*ck all of yo rules man
I don't trust shit f*ck 5-0
I said higher eyes like a condo
Hands sticky like Bondo
F*ck all of yo rules man
I don't trust shit f*ck 5-0
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Writer: Stanley Weems, Jr.
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