Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bands On Her, artist - Uncle Murda.
Date of issue: 13.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bands On Her |
Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal |
Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more |
Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low |
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor |
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you |
I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you |
She gon' bust it open without hesitating |
She know not to keep a real nigga waiting (She know) |
I’m a shooter, no exaggeration |
Got a big dick, I’m intimidating (Ha) |
Got 'em turnt up in the telly |
They overage, no R. Kelly (Word) |
If the bitch bad, I probably fucked already |
This thug life and I’m Makaveli (Yeah) |
Tell your friends, I’ll tell my friends, we could be friends for the weekend |
Bitches just wanna live they best life, they impressed by the money we spend |
(We got it) |
Do something strange for a little change, tell your homegirl come do the same |
Don’t be acting like you’re not like that, you know you like that, |
don’t be ashamed |
Ayy, niggas looking at us dripping, I’m watching them just watching (I see |
y’all) |
Bitches on us like eeny, meeny, miny, moe, we got so many options (Woah, woah) |
I’m with Tasha and Tameka (Woo) |
Tiffany and Alicia (Woo) |
DMX, what they want from me? |
I’m with Stacey and Keisha |
Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal |
Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more |
Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low |
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor |
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah) |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
He gon' go down without hesitating |
He know not to keep a real don waiting |
If the don waiting, that’s money gone |
Dick better be bigger than a leprechaun |
He said, «Baby, can you keep it real for me?» |
Be bae and not steal from me |
I don’t care what the fuck you say |
Just eat the cake, that’s sak pase |
Money moola making Mitch |
I don’t want you hard, I handle my biz |
Niggas on my like I just caught the prick |
I stay dripping like a patient who’s sick |
If they hating, I’ma tell 'em, «Don't trip» |
Load up the stick, then I just let it rip |
Rick the Ruler, but the chopper on hip |
Pussy little, so my ego real big |
Tippy toes when I’m riding the dick |
Vamanos, wrap 'em tight on my wrist |
On my knees, let me juggle that shit |
If they bummy, they ain’t part of the clique |
Bitches old, but they moving like kids |
Ain’t double tapping, but they preeing my ting |
I don’t trust nobody, cutting my ting |
Heart cold like it came from the six (Bitch) |
Hundreds, touchdown at the goal |
Say I’ll shake it down if I throw a hundred more |
Say she ain’t used to it, she don’t go low |
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor |
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah) |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
I’ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah) |
(Synesthetic) |