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Making The Band (Danity Kane)

 

Making The Band (Danity Kane)


EVILGIANE
SURF GANG
Yuh, uh

What is the plan, fuck is you sayin'?
Lil' momma off Danity Kane
Been geeked up, how many days? Yeah
What is the plan, fuck is you sayin'?
How many bands I'm finna make?
Feel like Diddy standing in a bank
I feel like Diddy dancing in the rain
You yapping, I'ma go in your face
Bruce Banner, how I handle the rage (You wouldn't like me when I'm angry), yeah
Loose cannon, enemy of the state
Gene Hackman, we getting away
Two hammers, how we get in the safe, uh
Do damage in a critical way
Boof packing, we ship it away
You mad, got 'em feeling the wave, yeah
Too bad, hunnid dollar eighths
If I don't got the time or the space, sixteen-passenger plane, uh
Sistine Chapel, I pray
Fish cheeks snap on a bait
Chipped teeth, snack on the prey, uh
Stampede cracking the gates
Blow money fast, just like a game
Go through the cash like it's a phase, uh
What is the plan, fuck is you sayin'?
Lil' momma off Danity Kane
Been geeked up, how many days? Uh
What is the plan, fuck is you sayin'?
How many bands I'm finna make?
Feel like Diddy standing in a bank, mm (Ayy)
Feel like Diddy dancing in the rain
You yapping, I'ma go in your face
Bruce Banner, how I handle the rage (You wouldn't like me when I'm angry)
Loose cannon, enemy of the state
Gene Hackman, we getting away
Two hammers, how we get in the safe
Do damage in a critical way
Boof packing, we ship it away
You mad, got 'em feeling the wave
Too bad, hunnid dollar eighths
If I don't got the time or the space, sixteen-passenger plane
Sistine Chapel, I pray
Fish cheeks snap on a bait
Chipped teeth, snack on the prey
Stampede cracking the gates
Blow money fast, just like a game
Go through the cash like it's a phase (Phase)

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