“Sony” sits on that slow paced foundation with solid bass and sparse production while Banditdamack keeps the melodic approach locked and digs into the chaotic lifestyle that forces smart moves at every turn.
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Lyrics for “Banditdamack – Sony”:
Ain't been thinking, I've been drinking, come and hold me Tossing and I'm turning in my bed and shit I won't need you, had to take a step into my life to see it closely She peeping on my screen like I don't see, just being nosy Really good to see you, I'm ecstatic that you chose me My life like a movie, ain't no tie, niggas sell me Everything be needing till I cheat and then I'm lonely Singing every day until I pray and then I'm holy Real the beef, we going to cook it up in the crockpot You going to need detectives to try to catch it, the cops not We going to flame it up and blow it, it's a hot box She going to shake it up and throw it to my rocks off Aiming for the killer, ain't no chill, it ain't no pop shots East him with a baddie getting a top off Skittle on her face and p a here go a washcloth We the ones get cracking in the ace, my nigga notch up Steak and lobster case and pasta on the late night Sharks is all around you to drown, I be with gray whites Hey what's happening, I'm the cat that we could take flight I be choosy, Mickey Rooney on my eighth wife Looks to be deceiving, he ain't reaping, he don't take life This shit ain't no game, it ain't something I'm finna take light Fuck it up is done, it ain't something that you can make right Fuck her in a friend and I hit again in the same night Niggas fake and I can see it through my rap man's eye Wrote letter after letter, nigga, hangman Got to keep it with me, he get stinky, nigga, spray tan G23 all in my jeans cause I don't take chance If he knocking, any bucking, he going to break dance I ain't cuffing on no slut who gets trains ran Oil in the soil, baby, loyal like a Drake fan You ain't get a far, we stop the yard and make him break dance You the piece that I've been needed, let me hold you Let me be your guy, treat you right like niggas supposed to Knuckleheads who had to grow up fast and they had no use Don't need a hand, just leave it in the past, this shit is no use They say the city weak and that is sweet, it ain't no sunshine I got Nick and I got Canon, it's the drum line Throw the pussy back on me, say you love me just one time Shotty probably mad at me
