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letra de bandz (demo) - travis scott

[intro]
let’s get it

[chorus]
i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn)
don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
n-gg-, i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn)
let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
i got bands

[verse 1]
man, i’m in these streets it’s been a long day (bands)
’bout to sign this deal and throw it all away (bands)
’bout to cop the crib that dame lost today (bands)
funny, look at them n-gg-s that slippin’
you trippin’, no fear, my n-gg-s, we get it (bands)
i’m looking down at the whole world through these gl-ss ceilings (bands)
and when i step outside, bad b-tches with me (bands)
back in my section, twisting that la-la, can’t let it stress me (bands)
wake up, fall asleep to dizzy gillespie (bands)
ba-back it up and break it down (bands)
she gon’ bust it on this d-ck, you gon’ take her out of town (bands)
i put ice in my veeners, i put rubies in my crown (bands)
count them stacks and blow them racks, n-gg-s know who they around

[chorus]
i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn)
don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow
n-gg-, i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn)
let’s get this dough, run the world for sure
i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn, la-la)
don’t need these hoes, hundred racks to blow (la-la)
n-gg-, i got bands (oh no, oh no, godd-mn, la-la)
let’s get this dough, run the world for sure (la-la)
i got bands

[verse 2]
work, work, work, work, pose, makin’ work (bands)
i gave her pauly d, i’m a f-ckin’ jerk (bands)
if we take all of these shots, we gon’ go berserk (bands)
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, you trippin’
really though lately don’t like to do lots of smoke
lots of hoes down to blow (bands)
vamanos, time to go, we gon’ go straight to the workin’ now (bands)
now only my n-gg-s i care about, f-ckin’ ’round, b-tch, you be carried out (bands)
pharaoh n-gg-, high cl-ss (bands)
selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly -ss (bands)
did you mean trendin’ top, scott, la flame, making g.o. chop (bands)
with a russian, that model cop
and make your b-tch–ss look microscop’
yes lord (bands)

[interlude]
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands

[interlude]
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands

[verse 3]
lately, i been goin’ crazy
laughin’, drinkin’, find myself in arms of different women, huh
toast it, i need to use my cerebellum
tried to tell ‘em cut that rap sh-t all that wack sh-t’s underwhelming
time’s ticking, palms itching
mom’s tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, i’ll k!ll ‘em

[interlude]
(ooooh, i know you b-tch n-gg-s hate me now)
i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands, i got bands

- travis scott

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