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Is this guy serious?
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Is this guy serious or what?
[Chorus]
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
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Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
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Let it out, let it out, let it out
[Verse]
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I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes for sure
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Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
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Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
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By the seat, the time we meet, we'll leave em' by the shore
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Sure, pop a bean em' right to sleep sheets of my decor
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With privacy, she grind on me and sweep on my rapport, whore
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Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
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Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap door
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Money bags, money bags
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Ten bands, ten bands, ten bands (ten bands)
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Drop the babies in the car seat, must be the Courvoisier
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Tap on your boussie, valeting Cartier
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Car keys to the Marcielago and Courtier
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Wake up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
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Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
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Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down, right
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Damn right, damn right
The nigga who your sound like, sound like
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Demons fucking up my focus
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Head vultures, precious death, death rows
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Pockets full of dead folks
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Prada soles full of dead roaches
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And some cud I stepped on
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Waiting for her to get left
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On the same place, dead bodies get left on
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But woke niggas get slept on
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Broke niggas get flexed on
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I really wish she had less on
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I might fuck her with a dress on
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Scratching on me with her breasts on
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We ain't stopping til' the next song
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Next song, next song, next song
[Outro: Lil Yacthy]
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Ten bands, ten bands
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Money bags, money bags
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Money bags, money bags
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Ten bands, ten bands
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Ten bands, ten bands
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Ricky Owens on me look like Dom Pér
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St. Laurents on me, I don't wear Vans