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bishop lamont - got dat bang lyrics

i had a dream about me dreamin’ that i woke up
i had a dream about us dreamin’ and we woke up
i had a dream about us dreamin’ and we woke up
the world woke up, get your work up

yup i’m going in, this will cost you cold ten
it’s been exhaustin on the journey avoidin’ the coffin
finally i’m a win
but once you win could be gone with the wind
no telling when so i always got an encore like win
never been a fan to drop this sh-t just for the h-ll of
it
n-gg- i’m the truth, i forever stay relevant
don’t keep up with the jones’, nor the kardashians
jim’s a scratch n-gg-, i give a f-ck about the fashion
you and mr charles have read the chaws of takeout
laugh at you n-gg-s on me, give you takeout
i’m nice man, i’m tyson before the wife-o start to like
him
i mean my main agreement a lie, gon shoot me now some
vicodin
yo plastic wrap is not even worth recyclin’
i often dream of alicia keys, cezarine dikin

think that you can do what i do how i do what i does
but you can’t and you still wishin you could
engine no. 9, n-gg-s jet i’m feelin’ fine
pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as h-ll how i get it

they probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a
bunch of lame sh-t
not me ah ah, i got the pain
b-tch turn me up until you almost blow your system
hands up, hands up, see what y’all been missin’?

n-gg- i’m a g like you see in masonic lodges
f-ck you rapper rogers, hold me up benk bunk rogers
line for line ahead of my time
i guess that makes me a premie
i’ve been right, never walkin about when you see me
market type is both bane and the dark knight
my excise precise i put a slice through your wind pipe
no hype, i’m really that f-ckin’ i’ll
you in shock like watchin’ mtv and plug loadin h-ll
rebel swell, i raise h-ll, i’ll start a riot
buy a bunch of bath salts and get them little kids to
try it
i’m ignorant, belligerent and overly too confident
congerian jameson until i start to vomit
i dry heave, i might bleed but i’m right back drinkin
i know you like what the f-ck is he thinkin

think that you can do what i do how i do what i does
but you can’t and you still wishin you could
engine no. 9, n-gg-s jet i’m feelin’ fine
pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as h-ll how i get it

aye bishop why you tryna act like you’re just a smooth
boy on some smooth sh-t?
you know you a spam enchilada eatin’ pork chop sauce
jerkin chicken, finger lickin’, purple drink drinkin’
motherf-cker like the rest of us
we ain’t even tryna hear that sh-t from you
the next song better be hard motherf-cker
oh yea, know what i mean?
we got some tortillas coming at ya
dig that?

- bishop lamont lyrics

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