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bangg3 – swear to god lyrics

[intro:]
k!lla, kold k!lla hoeee

[hook: kold k!lla]
i swear to god, hoe (i swear to god hoe)
b-tch you late, hoe (b-tch you late, hoe)
catch up i can’t relate, hoe (i can’t relate, hoe)
i swear to god, hoe (i swear to god hoe)
b-tch you late, hoe (b-tch you late, hoe)
catch up i can’t relate, hoe (i can’t relate, hoe)

[verse 1: kold k!lla]
lil b-tch but i got h-lla heart, swear to god on my momma been bout it from the start (lil b-tch)
pretty b-tch but, don’t get that sh-t confused, i’ll molly whop yo -ss then make that b-tch clean my shoes (goofy)
swear to god, i ain’t scared of no b-tch, i was beating b-tches up as a kid real sh-t (on my momma)
swear to god i been setting all the trends, monkey see money do -ss b-tches y’all some fans (what the f-ck?!)
swear to god i really got it out the mud, n-body ever gave me sh-t so my hustle hand tough (yea yea)
swear to god i been breaking all the rules, b-tch if you ain’t my mama you can’t tell me what to do
(you can’t tell me what to do)
swear to god my b-tch fight, i’m fighting too (w-ssup?) ain’t no one on one’s, that’s just how we move (goofy)
swear to god if i f-ck him then he stuck, b-tch this p-ssy gold b-tch it’s good luck (ooh ooh)
swear to god if i got it you got it too (yea) b-tch i break bread if i’m fed then you fed (on my mama)
swear to god y’all do everything i do (what the f-ck) b-tch you ain’t k!lla, b-tch be you

[verse 2: bando]
i swear to god i been that b-tch, i swear to god i tote them sticks
i swear to god if any b-tch run up i’ll lay down her sh-t (beat her -ss)
i swear to god i run that trap whatever i spend on make it back (lil b-tch)
ain’t none of you hoes really cut like me and b-tch that’s straight facts
i swear to god i’m making bands and, on my mama i’ll take yo man
lil broke b-tch don’t even talk to me, if money ain’t in yo plan (yea)
i swear to god i love my shooter, yea shay shay still my shooter (i love that b-tch)
for you hoes that’s moving funny, make a move that k gon do ya (brrrrr barrrarrrr)
i swear to god i wish a b-tch would lil b-tch quit trying to act hood
pull up on you quick and smoke your -ss like a backwood
got k!lla riding with me sh-t ain’t sweet, nah sh-t ain’t no good
i swear to god you hoes gon really hate us when we turn up (b-tch)
i swear to god, i don’t need a n-gg- for sh-t but a quick nut
and after that i be ready to dip, i don’t give no f-cks (i don’t care)
i swear to god, my dad ask me everyday if i sell drugs
little do he know i really trap i’m really with the plug (i’m really trappin)

- bangg3 lyrics

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