Barcelona
Lyrics
Bandghetti, Bandghetti
Bandghetti, that's you?
Yeah that's me, Barcelona
I ain't never been to Barcelona (Barcelona cuz, I'm out here)
You wanna go there?
I'm out here, man
On the way man, on the way
Yeah, I ain't never been to Barcelona (never)
I ain't never drink me a Corona (I didn't)
But I seen body bags, coroner (body bags)
RIP my niggas from the corner (RIP)
Pop out, shoot shots, we don't warn ya (nah)
No warning, trap 'til the morning (trap, trap, trap, trap, trap)
She think I'm tired 'cause I'm yawning
Yeah yeah, Bandghetti the don
Fuck her 'til the morning
she tell me keep going (okay)
My dick and my cash is enormous (enormous)
50K my lock, you can't afford this (fifty bands)
Got a Lambo for today, I'm feelin' foreign (I'm feelin' foreign)
I kick doors, I'm the doorman like Norman (doorman)
I beat the charge but I still got a warrant (I do)
Thirty in the clip plus a Taurus (thirty clip, bang bang, bang)
Take her 'round the world she a tourist (she a tourist)
We turned him into gum in the forest (we did)
AMG the truck, me and Boris (me and Boris)
My bitch the baddest and they know it (they do)
I'm gettin' cash so I throw it (I throw it)
I ain't never been to Barcelona (never)
I ain't never drink me a Corona (serious)
But I seen body bags, coroner (body bags)
RIP my niggas from the corner (RIP)
Pop out, shoot shots, we don't warn ya
No warning, trap 'til the morning (trap)
She think I'm tired 'cause I'm yawning (huh, huh)
Bandghetti the don
I spit on the money, this is nothin'
I bought the Mercedes just for stuntin' (I did)
My villa look like Pablo Esco-somethin' (Pablo Esc')
We press triggers, you press buttons (bang bang, bang)
Boy you can't fuck my bitch I think you bluffin' (I think you bluffin')
Huh, cut the top off like a muffin (like a muffin)
In that two-seater, my AK is Russian (blam, bang)
My money talk, end of discussion (silence)
I'm with two bitches, one from Dublin (oh, really?)
She see me with Drizzy out in London (she did)
I woulda fucked but her tongue couldn't function (it sucked)
GME, Barcelona, how we scummin' (Barcelona)
I ain't never been to Barcelona (never)
I ain't never drink me a Corona (serious)
But I seen body bags, coroner (body bags)
RIP my niggas from the corner (RIP)
Pop out, shoot shots, we don't warn ya
No warning, trap 'til the morning (trap)
She think I'm tired 'cause I'm yawning (huh, huh)
Bandghetti the don
Writer(s): Nickain Jackson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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