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410 - trap n bang lyrics

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[hook x2:blackz]
jook jjjook and trap n rap n bang (german)
everyone’s talking this 4 door but i swear none these guys know bang
all of these words come normal say sh-t on me n-gg- let’s dance
try kenny bop and get blast
do diddy bop and then dab

[verse 1:y.am]
sh-t sh-sh-t then f-ck then uh-uh, splash
remember i caught them f-ggots sh-t then f-ck then freeze up dash
tru, said he come like flash
ching man down and then dash
try kenny bop and get whacked
roll me a spliff, get high
on the opp block just crash
1 2 5 or cash
bally on, catch anyone at anytime, it’s a wrap
i’m y.am and i’m g-ssed
cut tru and get crash
talk is long, don’t lie
i’m out here with the gang
i mash work with the gang
in the fig green and flag
f-ck the opps, they f-gs
free up free up fatch
man he’s alone on my own i got love for the dads
free up free up fatch
man he’s alone on my own i got love for the dads
man he’s alone on my own i got love for the dads

[hook x2:blackz]
jook jjjook and trap n rap n bang (german)
everyone’s talking this 4 door but i swear none these guys know bang
all of these words come normal say sh-t on me n-gg- let’s dance
try kenny bop and get blast
do diddy bop and then dab

[verse 2: blackz]
step with things, little boy don’t copy
4 man, 3 shanks, 1 ding dong when the next one’s got hold of a brucky
man’s bopping with gang on gangs with thoughts and man’s tryna take out rubbish
blayblay sounding russian
big man diz on something
jumpin’ out whips on something
crash, dash, gang says nothing
things and things on tots and pushbikes and late night man’s doing up nutters
mad ting sad ting f-ck it
really in the field man does it
crazy moves so crazy big shank had the paigons doing up cutting
splish splash dip
walk run sprint
that’s man, like anything’s possible
if i’m on that kid
splish splash dip dip dip
walk run sprint
that’s man, like anything’s possible
if i’m on that kid

[verse 3:asbo]
get man, get man down, chef man up
with the 4’s i poked man
you wanna talk nuff, you tark too much, i’m juiced and choke man
f-ck with man, you’re f-cking with gang, them boy best know
young am, that’s bro
f-ck with him you get poked
dem boy there already know
asbo out on the roads
so call my lines, i’m pro
so many g’s make my dough
if you wanted beef come let’s roll
t face will turn you ghost
i have b’s and serve em cold
wanna have them? man they’ll blow
anything, anything, it is what it is
finesse man’s food cos i’m off that sh-t
trap n bang, yeah i’ll do that quick
get the 3 2 then i bang that stick
f-cking with squad, then you know you’re p-ssed
man put skengs in the 4 door, whizz
jump out, spray some cornered pr-cks
high squeeze, know that i rate that ting
but we see em in the back roads
thought they could chat loads
can’t wait, see that skeng blow
that blarted back bone
twelve inch rambo, grip that sh-t
twelve inch rambo, rip that pr-ck
why you gotta lie, better come to the strip
when you see gang run real quick
twelve man are ready, don’t come to the strip
corn will fly, who these dumb little kids
cah corn will fly, who these dumb little kids
(dash)

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