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joyner lucas – 10 bands lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh-huh
frikki-frikki

[chorus]
ten bands (uh), twenty bands (what?)
she’ll do anything for a couple grand (uh)
never had no money but she love to dance (what?)
i give all my money back to uncle sam
my ex b-tch still want another chance (what?)
man, i swear i’ll never fall in love again (uh)
i done came up, i’m the f-ckin’ man (what?)
me and timbaland got other plans (frikki-frikki, oh-oh)

[verse 1]
you don’t really know what you up against (yeah)
boy, you know i always got the upper hand (woo)
you ain’t never been through the struggle, man (boop)
home-made grits in the oven pan (uh)
you don’t want sh-t, you don’t wanna dance (no)
two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (uh)
and they say, “love is a drug” (uh-huh)
man, i swear i’ll never take drugs again
i traded my bike for a hobie (hobie)
traded my hobie for a honda (honda)
traded my honda for a panther (yeah)
i just got a crib in wakanda (woo)
i never been into the drama (drama)
never been a fan of designer (uh)
all i really got is one wish (what’s that?)
a one night stand with madonna (woo)
think i gotta hit ’em wit’ the head bust (head bust, uh-huh)
this is for ’em days that they made me ride a motherf-ckin’ sped bus (ayy, uh-huh)
and this is for ’em days that my teachers tol’ me i should go and sell drugs
n-gg-s went to jail, ain’t n-body put the bail up
shawty had the money, but she went and got her hair done
n-gg-s hated on me, but i never really cared much
godd-mn

[chorus]
ten bands (yeah), twenty bands (whoa)
she’ll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
never had no money but she love to dance (boop)
and i gave all my money back to uncle sam (uh)
my ex b-tch still want another chance (yeah)
man, i swear i’ll never fall in love again (what?)
and they say, “love is a drug” (uh-huh)

[verse 2]
i done brought the—
i done brought the—
i done brought the hitters out to play (uh-huh)
i don’t like you, you don’t like me
f-ck it, let’s get it out the way (uh-huh)
what we gon’ do? what’s it gon’ be?
i just got a million out the bank (uh-huh)
spoil my son, do what i please
f-ck what any n-gg- gotta say (uh-huh, boop)
lay in the sun, tickle my feet
i just might pull up in the mink (mink)
take my enemies out to drink (what?)
toss my weapons in the lake (yeah)
count up my blessings, them straight (nah)
i think i might go on a date (uh)
count all my dough in the safe
roll with the wave, look at my soul in the face
they don’t even know what to say
i just want–

[chorus]
ten bands, twenty bands (woo)
she’ll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
never had no money but she love to dance (yeah)
i gave all my money back to uncle sam
my ex b-tch still want another chance (yeah)
man, i swear i’ll never fall in love again (uh)
someone said, “love is a drug” (uh-huh)

[verse 3]
men lie—, men lie—, men lie—
men lie, women lie, n-gg-s lie, yeah
i’ma ride ‘long as i am alive, whoa (boop, boop)
homicide, k!ll ’em like genocide, yeah (brrap, brrap)
get it on camera, televise, whoa (boop, boop)
adhd, i identify, uh (brrap, brrap)
look at my feelings, i’m civilized, yeah
-n-lyzed, and i might spin a knife with a dyk- (brrap, brrap)
get it right, b-tch, if i hit it right, uh
i remember scr-ping at the quarters (uh-huh, quarters)
drinkin’ from the sink to get some water (uh-huh, water)
tryna pay the rent i couldn’t afford it (uh-huh)
stressin’ made a n-gg- bipolar (uh-huh, woo!)
washing machine out of order (uh-huh, order)
n-gg- had to hustle on the corner (uh-huh, corner)
now i’m back, i’m four from the border
saving up hoes like a h–rder

[chorus]
ten bands (woo), twenty bands (what?)
she’ll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
never had no money but she love to dance (woo)
i gave all my money back to uncle sam
my ex b-tch still want another chance (ayy)
man, i swear, i’ll never fall in love again (woo)
i done came up, i’m the f-ckin’ man (woo)
me and timbaland got other plans (woo)
you don’t really know what you up against (woo)
boy, you know i always had the upper hand (woo)
you ain’t never been through the struggle, man (woo)
home-made grits in the oven pan (woo)
you don’t want sh-t, you don’t wanna dance (woo)
two shots, make ’em do the runnin’ man (woo)
someone said, “love is a drug” (uh-huh)
i don’t wanna ever take drugs again (boop!)

- joyner lucas lyrics

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