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james bands - ☆saturn☆ (ultra) lyrics

[intro]
wake up filthy
ah sh*t
yo what?
ayy, ayy, yuh

[chorus: saturnultra]
walked up in the place and that b*tch asked me who i am
b*tch my name is bands (bands, who?)
james bands
hop up on the stage and watch me do my money dance
in a tailored suit that’s full of gas like a f*cking can
i can hardly blame you if you don’t know who i am
but for reference, my name’s bands (bands, who?)
james bands
only posts that’s on my ‘gram are pictures from my fans
only in the venue if there’s room there for my clan
i just had a monster now i’m trynna find your hiding spot
showed your b*tch my d*ck like danny brown and now her eyes are sore
know i keep it massive when it’s flaccid off the tylenol
when i ride with dial up i don’t believe in right or wrong

[verse 1: aol]
smoking on [?] p*n*s
i get the fifty ‘cause i am a g*nius
[?]
hop on the beat and i [?]
[?]
walk in this b*tch and they treat me like jesus
smoking on pet, smoking on gas, smoking on [?], smoking on [?]
smoking on b*tches that runnin’ [?]
i walk in this b*tch and i feel like the man
b*tch we’re james bands
all this money putting me in a trance
you are some dorks, i’m with my f*gs
1*800 b*tch we chasin’ a bag
keep it real
real, real
b*tch i’m f*cking real
when i’m in the business i’m coming for the steal
these b*tches [?] they think that know me
but they don’t know sh*t they don’t live with the homie
i’m mentally ill but i’m ready to go
[?] you just ready to go
[verse 2: doin’ fine]
runnin’ this b*tch and my d*ck goin’ hard
[?]
wow i’m astounding
anyways i’m winning, c*nt
boy you gonna sit in my lap like santa
hit you with the motherf*ckin’ [?]
come into the city sippin’ mango fanta
james bands style i get my bands up
[?]
walk in this b*tch and everyone think i’m [?]

[verse 3: zombae]
james bands when i walk off
k!ller head call her odd job
i just made a n*gga log off
off a pop off ain’t no rocks on
[?]
handlebars like [?]
i got no emotion, yeah
and i know i know that sh*t

[verse 4: ilysm]
imma turn you britney
whippin’ up that whitney
i got no soul
i got nothing you can [?]
yeah i got that hurricane
i’m whippin’ that [?]
inside my own sixty
i’m gonna leave him six feet
[verse 5: pk sh*llboy]
pk got the fat c*ck
higher than some crack rock
want smoke? say it to my face i don’t want back talk
c*ck out, spin it like a [?]
goldfinger, p*ssy so tight it make my hand [?]
i nut so hard like a [?] commissioner
then my d*ck goes soft like some fabric conditioner
yeah i failed that class with some [?]
feels like an f1 ratio [?]
[?] in the p*ssy like my name’s amelia
c*ck on the block and i won’t be concealing it
[?]
suck my banana no rubber i’m peeling it
flows got the spice [?]
wearing some ricks like i’m ross, yuh
[?]
f*ck on her good she was tossed, yuh

[verse 6: charlotte crosby]
b*tch i shoot until i hear that cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck like adam sandler
my [?] start popping now they [?] as the necromancer
[?] fan service, why you look nervous?
b*tch i’m too pretty, huh, y’all f*ckers just do service
i take like twenty, thirty shots, resident evil
[?]
i’m with james bands, he just ripped my pants
that war criminal too smooth, i hit my dance
[chorus: saturnultra]
walked up in the place and that b*tch asked me who i am
b*tch my name is bands (bands, who?)
james bands
hop up on the stage and watch me do my money dance
in a tailored suit that’s full of gas like a f*cking can
i can hardly blame you if you don’t know who i am
but for reference, my name’s bands (bands, who?)
james bands
only posts that’s on my ‘gram are pictures from my fans
only in the venue if there’s room there for my clan

- ☆saturn☆ ultra lyrics

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