
on me ? David Shawty
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[Intro]
Hahahahahaha!
(Plugg)
[Hook]
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shawty I don't love you, you just use me for my guap
Get you wetter than a mop, I don't even wanna talk
Give me top at home, go and gettin' green, I'm like a lawn
Now I'm fuckin' on her mom, I'mma blow up like a bomb
All these bands on me, bitch I know you want them
I'mma pull up in a Benz, shawty wanna give me neck
I skrt off, I'm a like a jet, pull up on you with the Tec
Bitch I'm 'bout my fuckin' bread, bitch I'm 'bout my fuckin' head
All these bands on me, I'm so glo'd up
If the opps be at the party, I ain't even show up
Mix the Fanta with the molly, now I'm feelin' poured up
Lean all in my fuckin' body, bitch I feel like Sosa
Hahahahahaha!
(Plugg)
[Hook]
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
All these bands on me, all these bands on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shawty I don't love you, you just use me for my guap
Get you wetter than a mop, I don't even wanna talk
Give me top at home, go and gettin' green, I'm like a lawn
Now I'm fuckin' on her mom, I'mma blow up like a bomb
All these bands on me, bitch I know you want them
I'mma pull up in a Benz, shawty wanna give me neck
I skrt off, I'm a like a jet, pull up on you with the Tec
Bitch I'm 'bout my fuckin' bread, bitch I'm 'bout my fuckin' head
All these bands on me, I'm so glo'd up
If the opps be at the party, I ain't even show up
Mix the Fanta with the molly, now I'm feelin' poured up
Lean all in my fuckin' body, bitch I feel like Sosa
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