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• Artiste: Savannah Ré
• Titre: Bands
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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 bitch winnin' They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck) It's a feelin' (Feelin') Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah Niggas 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 Niggas get it broad day, uh When you talk about me Bеtter dot your T's Put some water on me Bet that shit'll freeze 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 bitch winnin' They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck) It's a feelin' (Feelin') Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah Same way niggas call a Range Rover for the road Niggas callin' me for visuals or for the flows They don't like how I'm so talented and shit, 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 niggas who bent out of shape, my nigga 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 pussy wet again I done got up outta that again My dawg got locked up in the fed again Another one got shot, and blast and bled again I'm the sharpest tool up in the shed again Police think he Boba Fett again White person in the elevator saw my braids and said, "I like your dreads" again This feel like Southside summer and the year was '05 You go outside, your mama look at you like, "Don't die" Prolly cold, niggas hate you, they gon' put you on ice Text your Nokia, "Are you comin' outside?" 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 bitch winnin' They jumpin' off the ceilin' (They mad as fuck) It's a feelin' (Feelin') Fuck around and turn up missin', yeah (Turn up missin') Woah, oh, nah, oh, yeah Oh-oh, oh, oh I let these, I let these These niggas, these niggas I let these, I let these Fuck with it, fuck with me Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah