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chingo bling - banda makes her dance lyrics

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bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

short hair like nia long
loose one she don’t need a loan
she start twerking when she hear a song
the stripper pole her income
we get trippy and then some
so nasty when she rolling
she put that -ss off in my hands
i remote control it
she give me dome when the roof gone
at the k.o.d. she leave with me
she got friends bring three
i got drugs i got drinks
bend it over, juicy j gone poke it like wet paint
you say no to ratchet p-ssy juicy j can’t
racks everywhere, they’re showing racks i’m throwing racks
in the vip rubber on i’m stretching that
rich n-ggas tipping
broke n-ggas looking
and it ain’t a strip club if they ain’t showing p-ssy

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

uh, pop that p-ssy for a real n-gga
pull out my black card, that’s my lil’ n-gga
make a movie with your b-tch, steven spiel-n-gga
smokin’ on keysha, cole give me chills n-gga
what’s your real name, and not your stripper name
i make it rain on ya, like a windowpane
bands a make her dance, tunechi make her c-m
hit it from the side like a motherf-ckin’ b-ss drum
two hoes on one f-ckin’ pole
two hoes on my f-ckin’ pole
i don’t tip, i pay bills
b-tches call me buffalo
her stomach in, her -ss out
i’m flyer than the ones they p-ss out
if money grow on trees, i branched out
i’m just waitin’ for my b-tch to cash out!

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

2 chainz, four bracelets
let me see that -ss clap, standing ovation
if yo girl don’t swallow kids, man that hoe basic
got two b-tches with me, take a shot of one hoe
using her friend for a chaser
bands a make her buss it, buss it
let me see you touch it, touch it
money talk you ain’t got none, end of discussion
bands a make her do it, do it
pocket full of money, money
young n-gga getting head while the engine’s runnin’
err! let me see you wiggle do it for a real n-gga
i be laughing to the bank, all you do is kiggle
balling in my coupe, call it sports car
drop the top and freak the chick
that b-tch just like a p-rn star

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands

bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
all these chicks popping p-ssy
i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance
bands a make her dance
these chicks clappin’
and they ain’t using hands



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