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sashaa - factss lyrics

[chorus 1: sashaa]
i just want bands and that’s facts
i’m blowing bands up in sax
drip on my body like wax
i am the sh-t plus tax (facts! facts!)
you all in your feelings, relax
vickies pushed up to the max
he making me high toni brax

[verse 1: sashaa]
this drip on my body i’m leaking
pretty b-tch popping she tweaking
i’m poppin out on the weekend
call me left eye b-tch i’m creeping (racks racks)
these vickies pushed up to the max
he feast on this nuckie like rats
he hate when i leave ’cause i barely come back
i f-ck him real good but i don’t call him back
n-ggas be tripping nah n-ggas be slack
all in my phone i’m deleting contacts
b-tch you throw shade and i will not react
b-tch you throw shade and i will not react
hoe you a fraud and i’m knowing you wack
you think i’m a dummy he think i’m a snack
i talk my lil’ sh-t when he f-ck from the back
this drip on my body be dripping on him
carolina b-tch but i’m stepping in timbs
he gimme head work me out like a gym
then i put that rihanna on him (uh)
that fire desire
built for this sh-t b-tch ion get tired (uh)
that fire desire
all in the club touch my body mariah (uh)
chasing these bands f-ck ’bout a b-tch give a f-ck bout yo’ man
he all in my ear tryna f-ck if he can
he feeling my vibe and i’m feeling these bands

[chorus 2: sashaa]
i just want bands and that’s facts
i’m blowing bands up in sax
drip on my body like wax
i am the sh-t plus tax (facts! facts!)
you all in your feelings, relax
vickies pushed up to the max
he making me high toni brax
i just want bands and that’s facts
i’m blowing bands up in sax
drip on my body like wax
i am the sh-t plus tax (facts! facts!)
you all in your feelings, relax
vickies pushed up to the max
he making me high toni brax

[verse 2: sashaa]
i’m all in the club looking all types of thick
lit by the bar standing next to yo’ b-tch
body lit diamond cuts all in the wrist
curving yo’ man but i flirt wit his chick
i am a dime b-tch i am the truth
don’t like them sweet i need my boys rude
i’m really a vibe im lit i cant lose
i s-x my dude up like i got sumn to prove
i’m smoking hot and he just wanna blaze
’cause i walk by like i strut in parades
b-tches be wack and they diamonds be fake
my sh-ts be cl-stered they shine when they shake
f-ck you i’m c-cky rumors can’t stop me
top of yo’ man and i’m calling him papi
f-ck you i’m c-cky rumors can’t stop me
top of yo’ man and i’m calling him papi

[chorus 3: sashaa]
i just want bands and that’s facts
i’m blowing bands up in sax
drip on my body like wax
i am the sh-t plus tax (facts! facts!)
you all in your feelings, relax
vickies pushed up to the max
he making me high toni brax
i just want bands and that’s facts
i’m blowing bands up in sax
drip on my body like wax
i am the sh-t plus tax (facts! facts!)
you all in your feelings, relax
vickies pushed up to the max
he making me high toni brax

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