Lyrics Verse Simmonds – Bands

Bands make her dance x6

Hook: x2
Bands make her dance
Bands make her dance

Bands make her dance
Bands pop that pussy
Bands make her act like she loyal but that’s bullshit
Bands make her work
Bands make her twerk
12 bands in my hand beat it tell it hurt

Wearing nothing but designer
Eat that pussy like pirahna
And you know it ain’t nothing finner
So pray that I could pick that thing about a line up

Murda murda was the case
Smoking lot I got that cake
Now that killer but don’t push me
Got my burner on my waist
Hood niggas got my back
I ain’t never worried about that
And we’re always on some real shit
Might turn us into Iraq

Hook: x2
Bands make her dance