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Tory Lanez - Bands On Her Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal
Say I'll shake it down if I throw a hundred more
Say she ain't used to it, she don't go low
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you
I'ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
She gon' bust it open without hesitating
She know not to keep a real nigga waiting (She know)
I'm a shooter, no exaggeration
Got a big dick, I'm intimidating (Ha)
Got 'em turnt up in the telly
They overage, no R. Kelly (Word)
If the bitch bad, I probably fucked already
This thug life and I'm Makaveli (Yeah)
Tell your friends, I'll tell my friends, we could be friends for the weekend
Bitches just wanna live they best life, they impressed by the money we spend (We got it)
Do something strange for a little change, tell your homegirl come do the same
Don't be acting like you're not like that, you know you like that, don't be ashamed
Ayy, niggas looking at us dripping, I'm watching them just watching (I see y'all)
Bitches on us like eeny, meeny, miny, moe, we got so many options (Woah, woah)
I'm with Tasha and Tameka (Woo)
Tiffany and Alicia (Woo)
DMX, what they want from me? I'm with Stacey and Keisha
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Throw a couple hundreds, touchdown at the goal
Say I'll shake it down if I throw a hundred more
Say she ain't used to it, she don't go low
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah)
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)
I'ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah)
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
He gon' go down without hesitating
He know not to keep a real don waiting
If the don waiting, that's money gone
Dick better be bigger than a leprechaun
He said, "Baby, can you keep it real for me?"
Be bae and not steal from me
I don't care what the fuck you say
Just eat the cake, that's sak pase
Money moola making Mitch
I don't want you hard, I handle my biz
Niggas on my like I just caught the prick
I stay dripping like a patient who's sick
If they hating, I'ma tell 'em, "Don't trip"
Load up the stick, then I just let it rip
Rick the Ruler, but the chopper on hip
Pussy little, so my ego real big
Tippy toes when I'm riding the dick
Vamanos, wrap 'em tight on my wrist
On my knees, let me juggle that shit
If they bummy, they ain't part of the clique
Bitches old, but they moving like kids
Ain't double tapping, but they preeing my ting
I don't trust nobody, cutting my ting
Heart cold like it came from the six (Bitch)
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Hundreds, touchdown at the goal
Say I'll shake it down if I throw a hundred more
Say she ain't used to it, she don't go low
Throw a couple bands and you watch her hit the floor
Throw a couple bands on her, watch 'em land on her (Woah, woah, woah)
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)
I'ma throw these bands on you, they gon' land on you (Woah, woah, woah)
Make me hit your friend, have her come and dance on you (Woah, woah, woah)

[Outro]
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