Ronny J – Banded Up (feat. XXXTENTACION)

[Ronny J]
Ronny J on the beat, b*tch
Yeah, ew
Ew, racked up nigga
Ew, racked up shawty
Yeah
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up

B*tch, I’m too expensive
Shop is too extensive
Please don’t get too close, I go Gucci Ghost
I’m in Louis, ho, I’m in Louis, ho
I’m too rich the kids, I’m like Rich The Kid
Throw them b*tches lips
Got them t*tties lifted
I’m just lit, I’m lifted
Hike it to my babe off
I take it, my wave off
I don’t even need a Rollie, but I bought the Rollie
I don’t even need a key, but I bought the key
I don’t even want the top, I just wanna sleep
I got too many eyes on me
I got two b*tches and they got they thighs on me
I just broke my baby’s heart so she cries on me
I just got a little ticket so she flies for free, yeah, yeah, yeah

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up

[XXXTENTACION]
I just came, she clean it out like Billie Mays (ha, ha)
She got like (…..), I just put my d*ck all in her face (ha, ha)
Her p*ssy hurt, might need a Band-Aid, (…..)
(…..), why are you tripping, b*tch?
You makin’ me frantic (yeah, ayy)
Uno, dos, tres (huh)
B*tches gimmie neck (huh)
If it’s for a check (huh)
I might break a sweat (huh)
(…..)
I might leave you mad as f*ck, oh true, yeah
These f*ck niggas hittin’ like they saying "ayy"

[Ronny J]
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
B*tch, I’m too expensive
Shop is too extensive
Please don’t get too close, I go Gucci Ghost
I’m in Louis, ho, I’m in Louis, ho
I’m too rich the kids, I’m like Rich The Kid
Throw them b*tches lips
Got them t*tties lifted
I’m just lit, I’m lifted
Hike it to my babe off
I take it, my wave off
I don’t even need a Rollie, but I bought the Rollie
I don’t even need a key, but I bought the key
I don’t even want the top, I just wanna sleep
I got too many eyes on me
I got two b*tches and they got they thighs on me
I just broke my baby’s heart so she cries on me
I just got a little ticket so she flies for free, yeah, yeah, yeah

I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I get many f*cks, she get plenty f*cks
I don’t wanna f*ck, keep your panties up
Yuh

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