P-LO - ​bamboo Lyrics
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    ​bamboo

    [Intro: Jackie Chan & Myles Parrish]
    Lord Jesus, I don't wanna die
    Lee, help me, man
    Don't worry, Chinese bamboo is very strong
    P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

    [Verse 1: P-LO]
    Hot boy like the soup, call me Campbell's
    Too lit like my mama was a candle
    Every time I hit hard like bamboo
    Back, back give me space, you a random
    Two girls that's a tandem
    Or a two piece
    And my foot up on the gas, I can't lose speed
    And I'm tied with the real, yeah I'm shoe strings
    Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' do things
    And I'm all about the bread, I'ma get the loaf
    Hit up JR when I'm done, we gon' get some mo'
    I'ma take her where I ain't never been before
    You can bet it
    I just want the cash for the credit
    Came from not trusting a hoe and how it go
    And they don't really live like how they live like in their posts
    And I'm all about the paper, the paper, just take a note
    I don't do the most, but I still make a note, aye

    [Chorus: P-LO]
    Don't know how you got here in the first place
    Do it for a real one like it's my birthday
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Don't know how you got here in the first place
    Do it for a real one like it's my birthday
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't

    [Verse 2: P-LO]
    Still middle fingers to the ones that's hatin'
    Quarterbackin' with the Bucs like I'm Jameis
    When she wanna go dumb, she gon' play this
    Go ahead and fuck shit up
    She wanna come with us, uh
    And that's the right move, right move
    Gotta thing out in Paris by the Eiffel
    Aye, crazy when you wash up they get spiteful
    Aye, I like when my bills' color light blue
    Uh, call it Tar Heel money
    I can get no one above me
    Chris Brown how I run it where I'm from go the dumbest
    I know the Bay for it
    You need the sauce, gotta come to the Bay for it
    Uh, I'm a young west-sider
    Know they want me dead and gone
    I'ma get mine first
    Gold chain sittin' on my shirt
    I don't ever take L's, make 'em lessons I learn, aye

    [Chorus: P-LO]
    Don't know how you got here in the first place
    Do it for a real one like it's my birthday
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Don't know how you got here in the first place
    Do it for a real one like it's my birthday
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't quit
    Do it, do it
    Don't stop, don't quit, don't, don't

    [Outro: P-LO]
    Don't, don't
    Don't
    Don't
    Don't, don't
    Don't
    Don't
    Don't, don't
    Don't
    Don't
    Don't, don't
    Don't
    Don't

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