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styles p - b n banger lyrics

[hook: m-sspike miles]
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hustle
strapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch or the beam’s on your fitted
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang, bang, bang

[verse 1: chubby jag]
my gun ill, i’m the sick man
i’m turnt up i’m on one like a kick stand
the rich man couple diamonds in the wrist band
catch you on the stool holme, shootin’ til the clip jam
the shotty blow out the n-gg- body like a stick man
the pound blow make them drown slow, quick sand
i ride rough like drag on n-gg-s ye i smash on n-gg-s
pour gas on n-gg-s, then i blast on n-gg-s
you don’t got it then i’m taking his
used to hustle with the knicks holme, jason kidd
fifteen for sixteen that’s sixteen
double that i’m grown now, i told you i get cream
you dig me, dirty n-gg- but my kicks clean
hustle hard i’m nice with the price but my strip mean
blastin’ hoes, cl-ssic foes
n-gg-s clap until the casket close
round here, we let it bang

[hook: m-sspike miles]
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hustle
strapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch or the beam’s on your fitted
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang, bang, bang

[verse 2: styles p]
i’m back out riding
gun to your head but at the center like bynum
shotgun with the shotgun seat reclining
i pop up on n-gg-s let it off
close shop up on n-gg-s, affection
stay in the cut on n-gg-s, i’m in a whole ‘nother section
i could look in the mirror in my reflection moves like inception
extraordinary gentleman what more can i say
got the picture in the cut like dorian gray
i’m a shooter like allan quatermain
i give you morning pain, first page in the hard n-gg- hall of fame
dwayne the rock on the beat
ask me how it goes, i make it pop on the streets
probably in the spot for a week
one eye open with the glock when i sleep

[hook: m-sspike miles]
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hustle
strapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch or the beam’s on your fitted
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang, bang, bang

[verse 3: chubby jag]
i let the thang blam, they call me the rain man
i’m out of bullets get ’em hung n-gg- hangman
you get me hang it up, it’s problems i flame it up
bang it up, snap back, long t banger tuck
chubby, my block pitching ye i got pigeons
i’m into cooking i f-ck with b-tches that got kitchens
if i can’t find jordan then i’ll ride pippen
i leave ’em bl–dy and skin red like rob griffin, home real stick
the shotty blast you gon’ see the body bags
men in black no will smith, real sh-t
used to grind and we still grind
beefing when we grill time, full metal steel time
n-gg-s getting stole on, tryna steal mine
c-ck back, peel mine tape ’em up real time
chubby, the mask on and beretta’s bang
sound clear holme? ’round here we gon’ let it bang

[hook x2: m-sspike miles]
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hustle
strapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch or the beam’s on your fitted
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang, bang, bang

- styles p lyrics

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