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bands! - lil fruit snacc lyrics

[lil fruit snacc: chorus]
say what you want (aye)
b*tch i got bands (yuh)
say what you want (aye)
’cause i just blew a grand (huh?)

say what you want (aye)
b*tch i got bands (yuh)
say what you want (aye)

d*mn fruit snacc … i hate xelaz

{verse 1]
say what you want, but there’s no stoppin’ me
i just picked your b*tch up and she riding d*ck on top of me (aye, aye, aye)
i’m the best in meme rap, and now everybody watchin’ me (what, what)
ghost another hoe and now i think that b*tch is stalkin’ me
p*ssy feel expensive, yeah, i think that your from petsmart (god d*mn)
k!llin’ of the beat, ya, all i gotta do is press start (what)
everybody tellin’ me they know my sh*t is next up (yes, sir)
i’ve been f*ckin’ grinding on my sh*t more than all the rest are (bow, bow)
aye, stole your b*tch, now she watch me
up on my wrist i’m a gotchy
you know i drip like tsunami
i’m in my zone, no one stop me (aye)
i fold a b*tch, origami
i put my d*ck on versace
i’m watchin’ p*rn on safari
eat up the beat like uh
lord bal, like a puff bar
you wear are (yes, sir)
all the emo b*tches with their chains and their doc martens (b*tch, b*tch)
shorty got the ass, i got ask if it be fartin’ (okay)
nut up in a minute, now she mad ’cause we just started (god d*mn)
aye, fruity comin’ through ‘n these dudes gettin’ b*n*rs (yes, sir)
just f*cked a man, i think his name was omar
nut up in your b*tch, now i feel like a donor (what, what)
don’t know what to say, is this song almost over?
don’t know what to say, i just wanna f*ck a grandma (facts)
i be takin’ d*ck pics using panorama (okay)
f*ckin’ on my step sis like its alabama
stealin’ your virginity, feel like a scammer

aye
b*tch i got bands bands bands
say what you want
b*tch i got bands bands bands
say what you want (aye)
b*tch i got bands bands bands
say what you want
say what you want (aye, aye, aye)

[lil ovaltine: verse 1]
b*tch i got bands, but i pull up in the honda
f*ck on your momma, hits with your comma
pullin’ out my d*ck and her p*ssy like a llama
shorty want my d*ck so i’m f*ckin’ like obama
b*tch i need an agent so i pull to osaka (ooh)
i’m like nikolai, so i’m pullin’ out the vodka
hey wanna run a train so i’m pullin’ out the tanka (uh)
asian b*tch so bad, i’m prayin’ up to allah
aye, yuh, that n*gga s*xy
woman n*gga fruit and i’m drinkin’ f*ckin’ pepsi (ooh)
called a n*gga g*y, so might just wanna deck me
white woman h*lla bad, yeah, i need a check please (yah)
yeah she wanna f*ck she had a country that’s depressing
i just wanna cuddle watch yashiro and requesting
see me irl, she gon’ leave me that’s expecting (facts)
just to get some p*ssy, i don’t pay b*tch i’m investing

[lil fruit snacc]
fruity and ovaltine
b*tches all over me
shorty try to f*ck in my dms, but she only three (aye, aye)
crankin’ it soberly
bustin’ nut so early
i be muchin’ ass like i’m eating the groceries (aye, aye)
got a vasectomy, mom’s givin’ neck to me
eating up the beat like i’m f*ckin’ nectarine (okay)
hit it respectfully, i got a tendency (yes sir)
to make f*ckin’ hits and you can’t even step to me, b*tch

- lil fruit snacc lyrics

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