Savannah Ré – Bands

Savannah Ré – Bands Lyrics

Artist: Savannah Ré
Song: Bands

I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah
I let these bands walk, I’m out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah
I got these hoes bent up out of shape

To see a b#tch winnin’
They jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (They mad as f#ck)
It’s a feelin’ (Feelin’)
f#ck around and turn up missin’, yeah

n#gg#s sick to be me, need some Robitussin
Uh, skippin’ to the money like we double dutchin’, uh
Weight VS, stone, leave me alone
On that grown woman time

Racin’ past my opps
I know thеy prayin’ for an off day
Gotta watch what y’all say
n#gg#s get it broad day, uh

When you talk about me
Bеtter dot your T’s
Put some water on me
Bet that shit’ll freeze

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I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (Cap)
I let these bands walk, I’m out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (Out of shape)

I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a b#tch winnin’
They jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (They mad as f#ck)
It’s a feelin’ (Feelin’)

f#ck around and turn up missin’, yeah
Same way n#gg#s call a Range Rover for the road
n#gg#s callin’ me for visuals or for the flows
They don’t like how I’m so talented and sh#t, it shows

And even when they try to hide it, it still get exposed
Now I’m on property, yeah
You were ‘posed to be proud of me, yeah
You supposed to protect from them

You the one take a shot at me, yeah
For the n#gg#s who bent out of shape, my n#gg# got a stick, do lobotomies, yeah
And I’m not glorifyin’ it, yeah
And baby, don’t lie to me

You know that I done made the p#ss# wet again
I done got up out there again
My dawg all locked up in the fed again
Another one got shot, I’m blessed play the game

I’m the sharpest tool up in the shed again
Police think he [?] but fed again
White person in elevators
I’ma brace the set up, like [?] again

This feel like southside summer and the year was ’05
You go outside, your momma look at you like, “Don’t die”
[?] cold
n#gg#s hate you, they gon’ put you on ice

Text you, “No Kia, are you comin’ outside?”
I let these mans talk, they love to cap, yeah (Cap)
I let these bands walk, I’m out of shape, shape
I got these hoes twisted out of shape, yeah (Out of shape)

I got these hoes bent up out of shape
To see a b#tch winnin’
They jumpin’ off the ceilin’ (They mad as f#ck)
It’s a feelin’ (Feelin’)

f#ck around and turn up missin’, yeah (Turn up missin’)
Woah, oh, nah, oh, yeah
Oh-oh, oh, oh
I let these, I let these

These n#gg#s, these n#gg#s
I let these, I let these
f#ck with it, f#ck with me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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