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Andre The Giant - 32 Lyrics

HOOK

Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score

Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes

Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass (x2


Roll up the bag
These Niggas phony I’ll pass
Can’t kick it cause you is a fan
I’m counting this cash
Tryna run up a lil bag
Tryna count all of my ends

Hit me up say she tryna get high smoke a blunt
I told that Lil hoe she a nut
Get you some funds then
You can hmu cause i slide with the killa I plug

An I Stay pullin up
Glocks with all type of additions
Extensions ain’t even enough

If he running up
Lord I hope he said a prayer cause he damn near ran outta luck

Bussin her up
....
She like how I ride

She wanna play with my gun

She don’t know I gotta slide I just made a play I just came to buss in her guts



You Talking them bands Better up it
Fuck 12 do the dash ina summer
Hit a stain just to count a few numbers
Yo bitch on my dick must’ve heard i be thumbing

(Bridge)
Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score

Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes

Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass



Hook)

Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score

Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes

Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass. (x2
Verse 2)

Niggas be thinking I’m playing I got this new Glock with a cane
Do not make me aim

Yea These bitches know the game
They just tryna fuck for the fame

Don’t cap on my name

Shooters wit me ina back of that thang so don’t cap with the gang
Cock it back and it bang
Couple shots let it rang

BAHH

Hit the floor like I’m Robbing a bank
...
You niggas blow smoke on my name
When all I wanna do is touch a lil green

That’s why all my poles got a name
Run up get hit with that 44 thats frank

I’m riding lowkey with my gang

Hit the gas do the dash no breaks
Ofn we might die today
Momma say she pray fa me

This Glock here gon spray fa me
If niggas think it’s swisher sweet

Ain’t never need a pole before but now I’m in these streets

Niggas tryna come for me
On gang this shit ain’t nun sweet

Rip Kevin I’ll be damned i let em take me


Hook)

Niggas be thinking we hoes
Until we let 32 go
Now add up the score

Lit up that nigga his body smoking like a black
We gave that boy 32 holes

Run up a check
I fuck it off and get it back
That’s 32 bands fa that ass
I’m counting this cash
You niggas broke an i just laugh
You better get offa yo ass