evans junior - bang lyrics
[chorus: evans junior]
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
[verse 1: s1]
hop out of the beamer, man i’m geekin’ off a xan
i just f-cked a shorty, man she naughty, she a fan
i let her use her tongue, put my finger in her b-m
grab her t-ts, use her, uh, uh, give her all my c-m
shorty, man she naughty, baby bruck it for my team
if you’re really with it will you hold this one for me?
i know the opps wan’ take me too because i know the geeks
pull up on them man, watch all them motherf-ckers flee
they think they’re better than me
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tell your girl ‘come and see’
doggy-doggy in the sheets
f-ck it up and then she leave
f-ck it up and then she leave
[chorus: evans junior]
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
[verse 2: chuks]
do you really got bro-bro’s back?
it’s a minor ting, [?]
was a broad day drilling, mask on my face so i left no track
and it’s always been gyallie on me, brilliant breast, excellent back
p-ss and move, y’know like that
how many times have me been on your block on a minor ting, to link your b-tch?
i ain’t really gotta say too much, you don’t wanna see bro-bro’s corn in clips
i might get around in four door whips, bruck down wars, tape up your strips
my day, might shot that am or dished that shh and make that flip
[chorus: evans junior]
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand
call me peter pan ’cause when i’m up i never land
two-two two-two shots if a n-gg- tryna hate
all that, we gon’ run up on these fakes
[verse 3: reggie]
take a man from this place
take a man back to sp-ce
don’t really f-ck with n-body
bad b, show me your face
i’ve been a lost case, i’ve done jobs in churches
god forgive me (trust it!) had to finesse with amazing graze
f-ck opps, they don’t want smoke (they don’t want it)
got [?]
bad b want uh in her uh (becky)
my cookie won’t sleep cah that poom too woke
bare white on my like snow on the pub
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