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royal tee - bend it over - tabyas jones lyrics

[intro]
$witch
royal tee
hahaha
bend it over
uh huhhhh

[hook]
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh*t up on the dash, make that n*gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n*gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)
i got the bad b*tches in the cut touching they toes
i got the n*ggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups
i got haters going up cause they know this a bop
i got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh

[verse 1]
what the f*ck do they want
send a check then i’ll come
i pull up, i’ll have it shut, have that sh*t on grid lock
but do not waste my time
i won’t spend another dime
i don’t smoke, i’m still a dime
you know that they want my time
my best b*tch she smoking lime
need a drink with the lime
go in first, you stand in line
f*cking sh*t up, on the walk in
flow got sicker, think it’s covid
they be hating, but i noted
they be scheming, but we know this
f*cking with me, better show it
yeah we flirted, but we ain’t talk
yeah we linked up, but we ain’t f*ck
anything i own, i bought it
like my taxes, i report it
but i do not claim you b*tches and i know y’all hate to see it
i’m reflecting my connection to my wrist, like a dope fiend (okay)
[hook]
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh*t up on the dash, make that n*gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n*gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)

[verse 2]
i need two more bottles to the left like yoncé
thank you, i don’t care how much it cost me
grab it, drink it, dump that
want smoke, missy, pass that
i do what i want and they don’t understand
a wavy ass n*gga, don’t fit your demands
don’t f*ck with these n*ggas cause n*ggas is fans
the faker the n*gga, the realer the scam
they look up to me, i’m a star, i got fans fingers is hurtin’ from countin’ these bands
i’m back in my bag, catch a flight to j*pan
f*ck up the beat with the pen, i got hands uh
this sh*t slap like ass uh
they gone throw they hands up
if you want them bands uh
bend that sh*t and then some
[hook]
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
bend it over (f*ck it up)
where them bands (run it up)
do your dance (f*ck it up)
you know we don’t give a f*ck
if you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
throw that sh*t up on the dash, make that n*gga spend his last (last)
if you ain’t got no ass, you still gone throw it back
make that n*gga drop a bag, you could pop a couple tags (tags)
i got the bad b*tches in the cut touching they toes
i got the n*ggas in the cut tryna fill up they cups
i got haters going up cause they know this a bop
i got diamonds on my neck, next stop is baguettes uh
uh
uh
uh
uh

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