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luh riva - Bands Up (feat. MR48) Lyrics



luh riva - Bands Up (feat. MR48) Lyrics
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Why you talking at the table, I know you don't got these bands
Yes, I put this shit inside my f*ckin' hands
Yes, I do it for my mans, do it for my mother
Yes, I do it for my sister, do it for my brother
I'ma hop outside the f*ckin' spot You know that we pop out, we do it every night
Yea, morning til the sunrise, If we slide on niggas, we ain't gon' do it in the daylight
I just made a f*ckin' huncho by the nighttime
I got fiends knockin' on my door
I made some money, bitch, don't I ain't tryna be poor
Had to show em I'm the man fasho
Called up mama, told her, what purse that you want, I got that for sure
Yes, yes, I got my bands up
Police pulled up on me, I don't got no answer
Like, uh, this a disease, ain't no cancer
We f*ckin' shit up, bitch, I don't got no manners
I got the G-lock with the motherf*ckin' on this bitch
All my niggas gotta do is say the word, we gettin' lit
And some niggas said it's big, but they be runnin', gettin' fit
Like the garbage man, nigga, I be dumpin' with the stick
If they out the clip, then I might reverse the nigga block
Like a fan, we gon' keep on spinnin', we won't never stop
Like a fan, we gon' keep on blowin', we won't never stop
F*ck the cops, if I hear the news, I'm screamin', f*ck the opps
I know what I said, I know what I did, I'll do that shit again
When I slide, aimin' for the head, bitch, I won't miss again
Same shit you did to run your bag up, do that shit again
I been havin' talks with business partners, I said, f*ck a friend
Yes, yes, I got my bands up
Police pulled up on me, I don't got no answer
Like, uh, this a disease, ain't no cancer We f*ckin' shit up, bitch, I don't got no manners
You could get shot, there's a couple in the mag, but I want more, this ain't a lot
If you a opp, and police runnin' through, I f*ck with you, cause f*ck a cop
I done been locked up inside tha car, I was goin' far
Momma said, son, you'll be home soon, that's a bet, cause f*ck a charge
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Why you talking at the table, I know you don't got these bands
Yes, I put this shit inside my f*ckin' hands
Yes, I do it for my mans, do it for my mother
Yes, I do it for my sister, do it for my brother
I'ma hop outside the f*ckin' spot You know that we pop out, we do it every night
Yea, morning til the sunrise, If we slide on niggas, we ain't gon' do it in the daylight
I just made a f*ckin' huncho by the nighttime
I got fiends knockin' on my door
I made some money, bitch, don't I ain't tryna be poor
Had to show em I'm the man fasho
Called up mama, told her, what purse that you want, I got that for sure
Yes, yes, I got my bands up
Police pulled up on me, I don't got no answer
Like, uh, this a disease, ain't no cancer
We f*ckin' shit up, bitch, I don't got no manners
I got the G-lock with the motherf*ckin' on this bitch
All my niggas gotta do is say the word, we gettin' lit
And some niggas said it's big, but they be runnin', gettin' fit
Like the garbage man, nigga, I be dumpin' with the stick
If they out the clip, then I might reverse the nigga block
Like a fan, we gon' keep on spinnin', we won't never stop
Like a fan, we gon' keep on blowin', we won't never stop
F*ck the cops, if I hear the news, I'm screamin', f*ck the opps
I know what I said, I know what I did, I'll do that shit again
When I slide, aimin' for the head, bitch, I won't miss again
Same shit you did to run your bag up, do that shit again
I been havin' talks with business partners, I said, f*ck a friend
Yes, yes, I got my bands up
Police pulled up on me, I don't got no answer
Like, uh, this a disease, ain't no cancer We f*ckin' shit up, bitch, I don't got no manners
You could get shot, there's a couple in the mag, but I want more, this ain't a lot
If you a opp, and police runnin' through, I f*ck with you, cause f*ck a cop
I done been locked up inside tha car, I was goin' far
Momma said, son, you'll be home soon, that's a bet, cause f*ck a charge
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Writer: Romello Spellman, Timothy Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: luh riva
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Romello Spellman, Timothy Rivera

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