Bend It Over
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Royal Tee
Hahaha
Bend It Over
Uh Huhhhh
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes
I got the niggas 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
What the fuck do they want
Send a check then I'll come
I pull up, I'll have it shut, have that shit 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 bitch she smoking lime
Need a drink with the lime
Go in first, you stand in line
Fucking shit 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
Fucking with me, better show it
Yeah we flirted, but we ain't talk
Yeah we linked up, but we ain't fuck
Anything I own, I bought it
Like my taxes, I report it
But I do not claim you bitches and I know y'all hate to see it
I'm reflecting my connection to my wrist, like a dope fiend, Okay
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
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 nigga, don't fit your demands
Don't fuck with these niggas cause niggas is fans
The faker the nigga, 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 Japan
Fuck up the beat with the pen, I got hands uh
This shit slap like ass uh
They gone throw they hands up
If you want them bands uh
Bend that shit and then some
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes
I got the niggas 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
Royal Tee
Hahaha
Bend It Over
Uh Huhhhh
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes
I got the niggas 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
What the fuck do they want
Send a check then I'll come
I pull up, I'll have it shut, have that shit 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 bitch she smoking lime
Need a drink with the lime
Go in first, you stand in line
Fucking shit 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
Fucking with me, better show it
Yeah we flirted, but we ain't talk
Yeah we linked up, but we ain't fuck
Anything I own, I bought it
Like my taxes, I report it
But I do not claim you bitches and I know y'all hate to see it
I'm reflecting my connection to my wrist, like a dope fiend, Okay
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
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 nigga, don't fit your demands
Don't fuck with these niggas cause niggas is fans
The faker the nigga, 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 Japan
Fuck up the beat with the pen, I got hands uh
This shit slap like ass uh
They gone throw they hands up
If you want them bands uh
Bend that shit and then some
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
Bend it over
Fuck it up
Where them bands
Run it up
Do your dance
Fuck it up
You know we don't give a fuck
If you got a fat ass and you tryna make some cash
Throw that shit up on the dash
Make that nigga spend his last, last
If you ain't got no ass, you still gone throw it back
Make that nigga drop a bag
You could pop a couple tags, tags
I got the bad bitches in the cut touching they toes
I got the niggas 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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Writer(s): Tabyas Jones
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