57 lyrics for "(Band's )"

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,
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Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's
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I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the
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Turned on and wide awake Dust it off as a lonely day We're gonna go where the bed's (Band's ) Just sing away all my pain Sweet honey 'thin my veins
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Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in
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If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth Lost a few friends chasin' hand
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I feel the room swayin' While the band's band's playin' One of our old favorite songs from way back when Dolly, never go away again Hello Dolly This is miss Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly I can tell, Dolly
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