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sha hef - bang lyrics

[hook x2]
b-tch i’m a god, from my head to my toes
all this money i been getting
told momma “don’t pray for me, pray for my foes
since a youngin’ i been bracking
only thing i’m jacking is money and hoes
loyal to this trapping
catch a p-ssy n-gga lacking, we fill him with holes
bang, bang, bang

[verse 1]
you running your mouth, so you know we gon’ ride
p-ssy boy, i’m right in front of your house, so you know you can’t hide
in and out, we shoot ’em dead on the couch, so the spouse don’t be sly
potato on the barrel of the automatic, that’s the big mac with the fries
bang, bang, bang
leave a f-ck n-gga brainless
nine shots out the stainless
quick death, it be painless
cops rush, bet we nameless
they forgot what his name is
n-ggas always with that talking sh-t
but all that talking sh-t’ll get him off the sh-t
you in a coffin quick, you be the walking lit
and when the larkin rip, it sound just like
bang, bang, bang
you a lover not a fighter n-gga
i don’t fight a n-gga, just ignite a n-gga
40 light a n-gga like a bigarette
who the hardest, i’m a bigger threat
i ain’t never need a n-gga yet
all i ever needed was my two legs
she suck it like she got two heads
even when i had two beds
d-mn right, i’m a bully n-gga
make you drag a n-gga like a pully, n-gga
keep the semi auto or the fully, n-gga
black sweats with the black hoodie, n-gga
owe me money and i want it now
had this p-ssy n-gga running round
told da$h “let me gun him down”
why the f-ck you think they call me hunnit round

[verse 2]
my boy beat the charge, my blessings to god
i’m still selling hard, i’m still shooting raw
my son swiping cars, i still like my odds
you still on the porch
i still roll the [?], and right after, light up a ‘port
you n-ggas is dorks
i still hit up rip, he pull up whipping 9 with a fork
hanging out the hoopty, [?] the uzi
the mac’ll wet him like he left the jaccuzi
the drum is spitting like the gun off the loopy
billy bad-ss, n-gga i don’t know boosie
i don’t love ’em cause these b-tches is choosy
my shorty bad, from the hood but she boogie
act like a lady, don’t f-ck with my rubys
she squirt the tooly, turn your [?] to a [?]
i can’t ever really ever trust a n-gga
n-ggas snitches, singing like they usher n-gga
that’s the sh-t that make me wanna bust a n-gga
silencer, that’s how you hush a n-gga
‘lotta arms, i’ll touch a n-gga
make me sn-tch a soul out a sucker n-gga
i’ma cut a n-gga moms, take his baby moms
then i make her suck a n-gga

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