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luh tyler - bandz up lyrics

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[intro]
skii

[chorus]
yeah, got my bands up (yeah)
broke n+ggas hatin’, when they see me, they on fan stuff (they on fan stuff)
lil’ b+tch kept playin’ hard to get, that got her friend f+cked (ugh)
this n+gga tryna do everything i do, that boy my d+mn son (that boy my d+mn son)
pockets full, pants stuffed (yeah)
skii done did it again, bruh (did it again, bruh)
kick back, back of the benz truck
f+ckin’ your b+tch, and what? (ugh)
this ho doin’ too d+mn much (what?)
broke b+tches always sayin’ somethin’ (huh?)
ain’t spendin’ sh+t on a d+mn sl+t (on what?)
p+ssy free, i ain’t payin’ for it (nah)

[verse]
your n+gga went broke on b+tches (what?)
he a kid, i ain’t doin’ no trickin’ (no trickin’)
tell your ho what to do, she listen (alright)
blowin’ dope, she blowin’ me kisses (mwah)
all the broke boys hatin’ on a n+gga (ugh)
all the bad hoes just want a picture (d+mn)
my bankroll lookin’ like biggiе (what?)
i’m standin’ on all the business (i’m ’bout it)
i’m f+ckin’ on all y’all b+tches (d+mn), unlеss your b+tch ain’t a ten (no cap)
you a no+money+gettin’+ass n+ggas (yeah), somebody need to help they mans (yeah)
all the hoes gettin’ geeked off liquor, freak b+tch finna come out her pants (ugh)
ma dukes them couldn’t believe it (what?), when the label had sent the advance (sent that money)
i f+ck, after that, i’ma leave her, all my hoes get one+night stands (one+night stands)
i’m puttin’ on for all my people, doin’ sh+t that these n+ggas can’t, yeah (that these n+ggas can’t)
f+ck a b+tch, then f+ck her friend, yeah (i f+cked her friend)
i’m a star, my diamonds dance, slimy, grimy, yeah, that’s twin, uh (yeah, that’s twin)
i can’t switch, stick to the code, yeah (stick to the code)
b+tch, my neck and wrist froze (ice), t me up, i’m in that mode, yeah (i’m in that mode)
keep chasin’ money, boy, you slow, yeah (boy, you slow)
b+tch, my pockets rubi rose (yeah), thick as h+ll, yeah, they pokin’ (on god)
boy, your b+tch get bust open (ugh), think i breathe too much dope in
tell that b+tch that i love her, ooh, i was just jokin’ (b+tch, i lied to you, alright)
[chorus]
yeah, got my bands up (got my bands up)
broke n+ggas hatin’, when they see me, they on fan stuff (they always on fan stuff)
lil’ b+tch kept playin’ hard to get, that got her friend f+cked (ugh)
this n+gga tryna do everything i do, that boy my d+mn son (that boy my d+mn son)
pockets full, pants stuffed
skii done did it again, bruh (skii)
kick back, back of the benz truck (skrrt)
f+ckin’ your b+tch, and what? (and what?)
this ho doin’ too d+mn much (huh?)
broke b+tches always sayin’ somethin’ (they always sayin’ somethin’)
ain’t spendin’ sh+t on a d+mn sl+t
p+ssy free, i ain’t payin’ for it



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