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bandz up - luh tyler lyrics

[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

- luh tyler lyrics

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