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dbangz - here we go again lyrics

[intro]
(dbangz can you eat my -ss?)
this is for all you hating’ n-ggas who said i couldn’t spit a couple bars on the mic

[verse 1]
kick a n-gga down like a motherf-ckin’ soccer practice
got these pr-cks on my back, like i just got off a cactus
blow a n-gga down, spark it, lift it, light it, p-ss it, burn it
make em flee with the tips like an active furnace
dbangz
but i’m that n-gga right? with his clothes with a crease that’s sweeter than a swisher type (true)
im sorry man, but ain’t n0body off the miller-lite
i pull more hoes than n-ggas fingers in a pistol fight (d-mn)
i spit it quick cause little n-gga must a’ missed it
i f-cked it up, ran it back, and did it cause im optimistic (wow)
she popped me in the eye, grabbed her thigh and touched her biscuit
i wanna drink ya fries ill get it with a side a’ triplets (dbangz)
im your rappers favorite rapper look at my statistics
bars go over your head
these rhymes will leave you igless
eat a rappers soul like i’m at a f-cking picnic
have a n-gga askin’ “god he ain’t a f-cking christian”
all you n-ggas fly, but you smell like some musty pidgeons
(n-gga spits quicker than b-tch n-ggas when busta did it)

[verse 2]
(dbangz)
(wow)
get on my dm im talking to b-tches
but you want your soul to know im on a mission
pull up to yo crib and get f-cked in the kitchen
if yo house invite me for that booty jiggle uh
get with a condom, pull out with a condom
pull up to the skit everything is awesome
dissin’ yo hoe and im dissin’ yo vehicle
pulled out my d-ck and yo b-tch was unspeakable
pull out my d-ck and yo b-tch is unbeatable
thousand of people this this in unbeatable
just cause im ignorant n-gga i’m lyrical
(oh my god, he messed, he messed up, but he’s the booty eating f-cking bandit so lets go)

[verse 1 again]
kick a n-gga down like a motherf-ckin’ soccer practice
got these pr-cks on my back, like i just got off a cactus
blow a n-gga down, spark it, lift it, light it, p-ss it, burn it
make em flee with the tips like an active furnace
dbangz
but i’m that n-gga right? with his clothes with a crease that’s sweeter than a swisher type (true)
im sorry man, but ain’t n0body off the miller-lite
i pull more hoes than n-ggas fingers in a pistol fight

[outro]
(wow mommy, was that dbangz? can we play him again? please mommy can we play him again? please dbangz!)

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