Bizzy Crook – Bands In A Depression

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Champagne for the pain
Sunny MIA, fuck it, Imma make it rain
Blowing money, you dont wanna play
You the reason why these lil thick bitches getting paid
Its how I think about you
Sometimes laughing, the champagne rule
Like bend it over, bend it over for me
Twerk it, what you gonna do with all this money?
I love the way you loyal to me
I keep on throwing hundreds say you never gonna leave
Im out of cash and Im slightly plastered
Im still in the club yelling, Fuck the last bitch like

I spent all day stressing
Guess I still aint learned my lesson
My girl left last night so Im in the strip club
Throwing bands in a depression
Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes
Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes
Fuck that, I guess I still aint learned my lesson
Im in the strip club, throwing bands in a depression

I know this one girl called Danny from Miami
She said she wanna meet the family
She says she love me since my homie won a Grammy
And I told her it’s the season and I know she understand me
And I know this one girl I call Stacey
I don’t say her real name cause her man hate me
Got me tricking so crazy, I ain’t even hit it yet, she hit me with a maybe
Know this girl named Tara, white girl, she think like Takara
She work for Max so her makeup mascara
That shit be running down her face, my dick be running outta space like wow!

I spent all day stressing
Guess I still aint learned my lesson
My girl left last night so Im in the strip club
Throwing bands in a depression
Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes
Fuck that, you can blame it on my exes
Fuck that, I guess I still aint learned my lesson
Im in the strip club, throwing bands in a depression



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