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letra de bandz up - luh tyler

[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

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