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savannah ré - bands lyrics

[chorus: savannah ré]
i let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah
i let these bands walk, i’m out of shape, shape
i got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah
i got these hoes bent up out of shape
to see a b+tch winnin’
they jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (they mad as f+ck)
it’s a feelin’ (feelin’)
f+ck around and turn up missin’, yeah

[verse 1: savannah ré]
n+ggas sick to be me, need some robitussin
uh, skippin’ to the money like we double dutchin’, uh
weight vs, stone, leave me alone
on that grown woman time
racin’ past my opps
i know thеy prayin’ for an off day
gotta watch what y’all say
n+ggas get it broad day, uh
when you talk about me
bеtter dot your t’s
put some water on me
bet that sh+t’ll freeze
[chorus: savannah ré]
i let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (cap)
i let these bands walk, i’m out of shape, shape
i got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (out of shape)
i got these hoes bent up out of shape
to see a b+tch winnin’
they jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (they mad as f+ck)
it’s a feelin’ (feelin’)
f+ck around and turn up missin’, yeah

[verse 2: mez]
same way n+ggas call a range rover for the road
n+ggas callin’ me for visuals or for the flows
they don’t like how i’m so talented and sh+t, it shows
and even when they try to hide it, it still get exposed
now i’m on property, yeah
you were ‘posed to be proud of me, yeah
you supposed to protect from them
you the one take a shot at me, yeah
for the n+ggas who bent out of shape, my n+gga got a stick, do lobotomies, yeah
and i’m not glorifyin’ it, yeah
and baby, don’t lie to me
you know that i done made the p+ssy wet again
i done got up out there again
my dawg all locked up in the fed again
another one got shot, i’m blessed play the game
i’m the sharpest tool up in the shed again
police think he [?] but fed again
white person in elevators
i’ma brace the set up, like [?] again
this feel like southside summer and the year was ’05
you go outside, your momma look at you like, “don’t die”
[?] cold
n+ggas hate you, they gon’ put you on ice
text you, “no kia, are you comin’ outside?”
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[chorus: savannah ré]
i let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (cap)
i let these bands walk, i’m out of shape, shape
i got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (out of shape)
i got these hoes bent up out of shape
to see a b+tch winnin’
they jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (they mad as f+ck)
it’s a feelin’ (feelin’)
f+ck around and turn up missin’, yeah (turn up missin’)

[outro: savannah ré]
woah, oh, nah, oh, yeah
oh+oh, oh, oh
i let these, i let these
these n+ggas, these n+ggas
i let these, i let these
f+ck with it, f+ck with me
oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

- savannah re lyrics

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