| Bitch I’m a God, from my head to my toes
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| All this money I been getting
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| Told momma «don't pray for me, pray for my foes
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| Since a youngin' I been bracking
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| Only thing I’m jacking is money and hoes
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| Loyal to this trapping
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| Catch a pussy nigga lacking, we fill him with holes
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| You running your mouth, so you know we gon' ride
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| Pussy boy, I’m right in front of your house, so you know you can’t hide
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| In and out, we shoot 'em dead on the couch, so the spouse don’t be sly
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| Potato on the barrel of the automatic, that’s the big Mac with the fries
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| Leave a fuck nigga brainless
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| Nine shots out the stainless
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| Quick death, it be painless
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| Cops rush, bet we nameless
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| They forgot what his name is
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| Niggas always with that talking shit
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| But all that talking shit’ll get him off the shit
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| You in a coffin quick, you be the walking lit
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| And when the larkin rip, it sound just like
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| You a lover not a fighter nigga
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| I don’t fight a nigga, just ignite a nigga
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| 40 light a nigga like a bigarette
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| Who the hardest, I’m a bigger threat
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| I ain’t never need a nigga yet
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| All I ever needed was my two legs
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| She suck it like she got two heads
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| Even when I had two beds
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| Damn right, I’m a bully nigga
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| Make you drag a nigga like a pully, nigga
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| Keep the semi auto or the fully, nigga
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| Black sweats with the black hoodie, nigga
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| Owe me money and I want it now
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| Had this pussy nigga running round
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| Told Da$H «let me gun him down»
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| Why the fuck you think they call me Hunnit Round
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| Bitch I’m a God, from my head to my toes
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| All this money I been getting
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| Told momma «don't pray for me, pray for my foes
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| Since a youngin' I been bracking
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| Only thing I’m jacking is money and hoes
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| Loyal to this trapping
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| Catch a pussy nigga lacking, we fill him with holes
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| My boy beat the charge, my blessings to God
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| I’m still selling hard, I’m still shooting raw
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| My son swiping cars, I still like my odds
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| You still on the porch
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| I still roll the, and right after, light up a 'Port
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| You niggas is dorks
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| I still hit up Rip, he pull up whipping 9 with a fork
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| Hanging out the hoopty, the Uzi
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| The Mac’ll wet him like he left the jaccuzi
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| The drum is spitting like the gun off the loopy
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| Billy Badass, nigga I don’t know Boosie
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| I don’t love 'em cause these bitches is choosy
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| My shorty bad, from the hood but she boogie
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| Act like a lady, don’t fuck with my rubys
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| She squirt the tooly, turn your to a
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| I can’t ever really ever trust a nigga
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| Niggas snitches, singing like they Usher nigga
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| That’s the shit that make me wanna bust a nigga
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| Silencer, that’s how you hush a nigga
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| 'Lotta arms, I’ll touch a nigga
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| Make me snatch a soul out a sucker nigga
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| I’ma cut a nigga moms, take his baby moms
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| Then I make her suck a nigga
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| Bitch I’m a God, from my head to my toes
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| All this money I been getting
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| Told momma «don't pray for me, pray for my foes
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| Since a youngin' I been bracking
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| Only thing I’m jacking is money and hoes
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| Loyal to this trapping
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| Catch a pussy nigga lacking, we fill him with holes
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| Bang, bang, bang |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Super Villain, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп