lirik lagu kapri milani - bandz
[intro: kapri milani, kapri milani & muni ace, muni ace]
mwah
ah~ha, ha~ha, ha~ha
pbn motherf~cker
[chorus: kapri milani & muni ace]
okay, boy, here’s the plan, you gon’ throw them bands
and i’ma pop this ass, i’m gon’ shake it with no hands
if he ain’t throwin’ no bands, give the p~ssy to his friend
next day, hit the club, do it all over again (ow)
[chorus: kapri milani]
okay, boy, here’s the plan, you gon’ throw them bands
and i’ma pop this ass, i’m gon’ shake it with no hands
if he ain’t throwin’ no bands, give the p~ssy to his friend
next day, hit the club, do it all over again
[verse 1: taé monroe]
ayy, yo, look, b~tch, stand up on yo’ ten, g~get a grip, b~tch
let me get chef up in the kitchen, watch me cook, b~tch (ah)
walk up in the room and my demeanor got ’em shakin’ (la~la, la~la)
a~a~a~all i gotta is pass by, your n~gga quakin’ (mm)
(one) i’ma show you how to get your bands up
(two) never let him play you like a random
(three) n~gga better pay more than a ransom
b~b~black card, amex, take it out and then some
a~all these b~tches in these raves still ain’t movin’ a bit
hoes be scary like they scooby, think you doin’ me, b~tch?
what’s the word? (you ain’t heard?) j~j~just google a b~tch
so many lanes i’m in that n0body outdoin’ a b~tch, heard?
[verse 2: bryxn & muni ace]
i repeat, this is a public announcement
i repeat
prttyboy, prttyboy, prttyboy president
g~g~g~get your bands up, get your—, get your—, get your bands up (get ’em up)
if you really pretty then go ahead, put your hands up (yeah)
’cause this face alone can make the d~ck stand up
b~tches need to quit it with the rap and go do stand up
everything i do b~tches take a bite
if you think i f~cked yo’ n~gga, sh~t, i probably might
i ride him like a bike (mm), look good from any side
he said he wanna get like steve, and wanna come inside (ugh)
i like my temple shirl, yo’ mug can make me hurl
these b~tches stupid if they think we rockin’ bbygirl
a~a~already done topped her, no drugs, i’m ’bout to pop her
b~b~tches think they bullies ’til we shove ’em in the locker
oh, pay—, payback is a b~tch, ho
think i’m f~ckin’ with that n~gga, i got six mo’
we let that clip blow, aim at yo’ hip though
my n~ggas all about they money like they bangin’ crypto
ayy, yo, muni, we gon’ show ’em how to do it
bar game clean but the flow stay gooey
rap b~tches we offin’, put ’em in a coffin
i heard this (mm) keep talkin’, go (ya)
[verse 3: muni ace]
pbn, here’s the plan, rough a b~tch up with my hands
cps, ’cause bbygirl, i swear i’ll fight you like man
would say whatever floats yo’ boat, but yo’ ship ain’t sailin’
f~ck, f~ck that motherf~ckin’ ‘boat, ’cause yo’ sh~t ain’t sellin’
look, she tryna figure out where muni at, depositin’
of course you lookin’ for muni, you ain’t gettin’ no profit
they know i be up in my bag like a telfar (ah)
ain’t no straight n~gga to me if you comin’ out in a wheelchair
i~i~i~i~i don’t give a f~ck, b f~ck, c f~ck, one f~ck
think i need another n~gga to—, to f~ck, f~ck
you suck, i hope you get the b~lls as well
and to all of you other f~ggots, get crisp in h~ll (ya)
now how i go from ‘polo shirt’ to puttin’ b~tches on a shirt?
yo’ grandma in the grave, know your place and it’s right under her
i mean it, suck my d~ck and swallow all the s~m~n
gym n~gga with the bands, tell him i’ma need more greens, b~tch
that’s ’cause my pockets fat, a~a~albert, ho
i get more brain than that n~gga named albert, ho
mm, he love to buy me gypsy roses, i condition her
i force ’em on they knees and then i wash ’em, no conditioner (ow)
[bridge: jasiri & kapri milani]
and we, laid in the back, face in the matt’
tress grippin’ ass, no strings attached
s~s~said he love me, i said, “ugh, n~gga, gross”
he don’t get it, only care ’bout what he gro~gro~gro~gro—
ugh, ugh, ugh (it’s my turn)
[verse 4: kapri milani]
what, what, what the f~ck i look like puttin’ opps on page? (ah, ah)
get yo’ dusty ass a broom and be useful and be a maid
they know i win every fight, all these hits prizzy made
startin’ now every verse these b~tches should be afraid (roof)
i’m, i’m, i’m the sh~t, boy (roof), where your hits, boy? (roof)
the way i spit he in love with my rap voice (roof)
they get the x when they spit like a bad choice
slap a b~tch like the n~gga who in bad boys
throw them bands, ho (ah, ah), thirty milliando
it’s clips for that b~tch, her career is done, ho (ah, ah)
prizzy got his groove back, i mean i’m just havin’ fun, ho (ah, ah)
these b~tches my daughter, i got too many sons, ho
they don’t amuse me, thought she was cashville, this b~tch confused me
kick it with ‘milli, know the other girl thought she would never lose me
heavyweight champ, people princess, yes, they always gonna choose me
bad b~tch, he whisper in my ear, he wishin’ it was two of me
n~gga, throw them bands
i need them bands, i need them bands, on bands, on bands
can’t give the p~ssy up, even if a n~gga throwin’ them bands
he got no chance, bad b~tches, throw your hands
and i probably f~ck your n~gga, so don’t call my ass your friend (nope)
[verse 5: miikael]
come on and ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
i got a stack of bands, if you want ’em come and slide, slide, slide, slide, slide
(m~m~m~m~miikael, power up)
i mean just look at my body, i got these bands embedded
p~p~pbn, pretty gang, pbgm got these hoes invested
i put all these hoes to rest, and might as well start arrestin’
you really should swipe out of bandlab, b~tch, you got rejected
i~i~i~i~i came to slide, talk ’bout some bands when it’s really demon time
c~c~catch me after 2 am ’cause i’m really on demon time
i know y’all heard kapri spittin’, had to let my lil’ demon slide
don’t go and hide, show out and be apart of the demon hive
y’all want some bands? pop, pop, pop, p~p~pop that on my p~ssy on nose
let me lay between your thighs while you playin’ all in my fro
p~p~put my d~ck deep in your p~ssy, ain’t no need to use a rose
turn my gears on, water just gushin’ out of hose
these them ghetto hours, p~ssy, d~ck, and ass all on the stage
yes, i keep god on my side, f~f~f~ck i look like burnin’ sage
i’m the one you cannot save, you can’t put me in a cage
i’m so fine, i gotta lie to my women about my age
okay, girl, here’s the plan, i’ma throw some bands
you gotta pop that ass, you should shake it with no hands
ain’t doin’ what i command? i’ma go f~ck with your friend
next day, hit the club, do it all over again
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