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kyle - bang (feat. mr. man) lyrics

bang! bang! bang! bang!
biggity! bang! bang!
bang! bang! bang! bang!
(know what i’m saying)
biggity! bang! bang!
bang! bang! bang! bang!
(we in the tweaking traphouse)
biggity! bang! bang!
bang! bang! bang! bang!
biggity! bang! bang!
bang! bang! bang! bang!
(it’s the fire the kid spittin cuz)
biggity! bang! bang!
yeah yeah yeah

skinny jeans, chuck t’s
n-gg- like, “uh!”
k-i-does-what-the-f–k-i-want!
dude, n-gg-s like you?
better than me?!
n-gg- like, huh? wha?
nineteen with a milli swag
making white moms really glad
whack rappers is really mad
cause y’all suck like really bad!
c-ssio on my wrist
n-gg- time for me to get rad
i make this sh-t look gold
but nah n-gg-, this sh-t just br-ss
i’m a beast, i’m a beast
i’m a dog, i’m a dog
and i shut n-gg-s down
and i’m not even on
if your sh-t sounds weak just hit up my phone
you need help with your songs, i’m the n-gg- you call

cause i bang bang bang bang
biggity bang bang
run these tracks and you get hit with a train
or hook cause i know how to sang sang
have your preteen goin insane
lamborghini mercy
your chick she so thirsty
i gave her a drink but, i don’t think it’s working
i see more of her than you, and i ain’t met her in person
bang! bang! bang! bang!
biggity! bang! bang! mr. man
n-gg- d-mn
where the f–k you been at, bruh?
i been up, banging on raps
walking in show, making stages collapse
remember who is that, cause they know we are
blowing up trees, f–k security guards
touch down and make the city ours
my hair nappy like a rastafari
stayed in my lane
bringing that bang
blow 60 k’s of cocaine
dreamed of gold chains around my neck
big crib, a bunch of whips like slaves
overcomers that overcame
y’all balling on minimum wage
never heard of your crew
ain’t red nor blue but my n-gg-s we bang
yup, yup, yup
let me get back to it
oh wow, you said i couldn’t do it
funny as f–k, are you dummies or what?
cause i was gon’ blow when you dumb n-gg-s knew it

ridin around in my city
and these n-gg-s know what i’m bout
pull up on a 60s bike that cost more than your house
yeah, everybody outside
hearing sh-t that i like
got them speakers blaring
there ain’t anywhere you can hide
uh

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