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anf naylor - bangin' lyrics

[intro]

no handouts
marconi
learn life
woo
you ready?

[verse 1]

i came in this b-tch with a bang off the wall
chillen’ with my guys, keep a gun in the paw
if they try to man up then i’m bringing up the ball
leader on my team, point guard chris paul
i done taught y’all n-ggas we done f-cked y’all n-ggas
bangin’ on this 30, we done [?]’d y’all n-ggas
flippin’ money in the club, someone [?]’d y’all n-ggas
and we stay on the block, we ball hard n-gga
and i only f-ck with you if you keep sh-t hype
try to flatline me then sh-t get pumpin’
i came with a b-tch, i came on your b-tch, cocaine come from cuba, throw [?]
[?]
to (or two) block they twist
keep ’em close to a b-tch, right beside your girlfriend
and if she brought her friends, i done brought my n-ggas
ah! so you know its going down
shadow -ss n-ggas so hard for me to drown
if you ain’t talkin’ money i don’t wanna hear a sound
sleepin’ on me 6 feet underground
that chopper [?] off, i’m choppin’ off rounds like ‘bla!’
ha, yeah n-gga
like ‘bla’
uh, i thought you lil n-ggas knew

[hook]

i don’t play, no way
call josé for my cocaine
big money you know me
don’t give a f-ck what them hoes say
cause i’m blowin’ up
yeah. lil n-ggas giving up
dont matter to me?
why
imma grind hard [?]

[chorus]

i’m bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
i’m bangin’
bangin’
imma grind hard [?]
i’m always bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
i’m bangin’
bangin’
imma grind hard [?]
im always bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
im bangin’
bangin’
imma grind hard [?]
i’m always bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
bangin’
im bangin’
bangin’
imma grind hard [?]

[verse 2]

yeah. sh-t’s too easy man
and there ain’t no stopping
uh, uh
im racked out, club packed out
got 30 stacks in my stash house
pigeon coop in the crack house
if they want beef, then that mac out
lil n-ggas don’t f-ck with us
cause we’ll put your -ss in that graveyard
don’t look to god for no crutches n-gga
ain’t sh-t out here gon’ save y’all!
i came hard when y’all came soft
put the city up on its feet
me and sturge up on these beats
and these lame rappers in the belly of the beast
best to do it, instagram approve it
o’melly sayin’ my sh-t hot
10k from the pitstop
that cash rocket boutta lift off
like ‘boom!’
(laughs), like ‘boom!’
pull up with the tommy hit you in your hilfiger like ‘bla!’
ha, lil n-gga, like ‘bla!’

[hook]
[chorus]

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