letra de royal tee - bend it over - tabyas jones
[intro]
$witch
royal tee
hahaha
bend it over
uh huhhhh
[hook]
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh-t up on the dash, make that n-gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n-gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)
i got the bad b-tches in the cut touching they toes
i got the n-ggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups
i got haters going up cause they know this a bop
i got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh
[verse 1]
what the f-ck do they want
send a check then i’ll come
i pull up, i’ll have it shut, have that sh-t on grid lock
but do not waste my time
i won’t spend another dime
i don’t smoke, i’m still a dime
you know that they want my time
my best b-tch she smoking lime
need a drink with the lime
go in first, you stand in line
f-cking sh-t up, on the walk in
flow got sicker, think it’s covid
they be hating, but i noted
they be scheming, but we know this
f-cking with me, better show it
yeah we flirted, but we ain’t talk
yeah we linked up, but we ain’t f-ck
anything i own, i bought it
like my taxes, i report it
but i do not claim you b-tches and i know y’all hate to see it
i’m reflecting my connection to my wrist, like a dope fiend (okay)
[hook]
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh-t up on the dash, make that n-gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n-gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)
[verse 2]
i need two more bottles to the left like yoncé
thank you, i don’t care how much it cost me
grab it, drink it, dump that
want smoke, missy, pass that
i do what i want and they don’t understand
a wavy ass n-gga, don’t fit your demands
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas cause n-ggas is fans
the faker the n-gga, the realer the scam
they look up to me, i’m a star, i got fans fingers is hurtin’ from countin’ these bands
i’m back in my bag, catch a flight to j-pan
f-ck up the beat with the pen, i got hands uh
this sh-t slap like ass uh
they gone throw they hands up
if you want them bands uh
bend that sh-t and then some
[hook]
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
bend it over (f-ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f-ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f-ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh-t up on the dash, make that n-gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n-gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)
i got the bad b-tches in the cut touching they toes
i got the n-ggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups
i got haters going up cause they know this a bop
i got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh
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