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​bands! lyrics
[chorus: x$oul]
let me just take a sip of this wock
got a dime on my lap and she givin’ me top
bad b_tch on me, yeah, she countin’ my guap
smokin’ a blunt outside in the park
yeah, i be tryna find the one
but all these thotties just keep on hittin’ me up
i’m buyin’ prada and gucci because i’m gettin’ bands
i got a .40 on me and i just keep that sh_t tucked

[verse 1: x$oul]
yeah, said i’m gettin’ bands, bro, i’m blowin’ up
your b_tch on my line and she wanna meet up
like, she’s so d_mn fine, she also like to pour up
but i can’t give her trust if she don’t wanna f_ck
like, y’all be full of sh_t just like a motherf_ckin’ trash can
spent a bag yestеrday and i’m ’bout to do that again
cop a belt, cop a jacket, ain’t give no f_ck ’bout no pricе tag
and if you be hatin’ on me, then please just go look at the stats, man
in f_ckin’ love with the green, and no, i’m not talking veggies, and
that lil’ boy was actin’ tough but he is worthless like pennies, and
i ain’t talkin’ 21 but i just really be savage, and
i just copped a f_ckin’ jesko just to flex on my exes, man (hahaha)

[chorus: x$oul]
let me just take a sip of this wock
got a dime on my lap and she givin’ me top
bad b_tch on me, yeah, she countin’ my guap
smokin’ a blunt outside in the park
yeah, i be tryna find the one
but all these thotties just keep on hittin’ me up
i’m buyin’ prada and gucci because i’m gettin’ bands
i got a .40 on me and i just keep that sh_t tucked, yeah
[verse 2: knighty]
got a goth b_tch, she h_lla bad
her boyfriend gettin’ mad
hit it one time, yeah, i hit it from the back
goin’ way too fast, now i’m ’bout to f_ckin’ crash
gettin’ all this money that i’m storing in the stash
glocky in my hand and a ruger in the other
ain’t afraid to pop ’em if you messin’ with my brothers
shawty want my love, but i’m not tryna cuff her
busy makin’ hits, makin’ one after the other
takin’ pills to recover from the feelings, yeah, i suffer
way too many fakes, boy, stop cappin’, you a bluffer
if you mess with my gang, gang
let the choppa bang, bang
made that b_tch sang, sang
pour water on my chain, man

[chorus: x$oul]
yuh, let me just take a sip of this wock
got a dime on my lap and she givin’ me top
bad b_tch on me, yeah, she countin’ my guap
smokin’ a blunt outside in the park
yeah, i be tryna find the one
but all these thotties just keep on hittin’ me up
i’m buyin’ prada and gucci because i’m gettin’ bands
i got a .40 on me and i just keep that sh_t tucked
yeah, let me just take a sip of this wock
got a dime on my lap and she givin’ me top
bad b_tch on me, yeah, she countin’ my guap
smokin’ a blunt outside in the park
yeah, i be tryna find the one
but all these thotties just keep on hittin’ me up
i’m buyin’ prada and gucci because i’m gettin’ bands
i got a .40 on me and i just keep that sh_t tucked

- xoul

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