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trumf – bang lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you got that sh+t? (aye, aye, aye, aye)
you got that sh+t?

[chorus]
roll that sh+t up
roll that sh+t up!
yeah
all of these b+tches the same (bang)
all of these b+tches act lame (what?)
they do anything for the fame (aye)
even put d+ck in they face (huh?)
puttin’ my cum on they brace (what?)
the hoes even want my last name (yeah)
these hoes, yeah, they never gon’ change
jnco my jean
that’s why i skate up on your block (pop!)
hit you in the jaw
with these d+mn 223’s (grah, grah!)
wearing a mask
when my glock gon’ blast (pow)
like the d+mn movie scream (tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew)
i f+ck on your b+tch (aye)
i record that sh+t (aye)
and then i put it on the movie screen (what?)
magic trick, with my bl!ck, it’s not what it seems (yeah)
[verse 1]
bl!ck in my pants, it’s a 30 (pow!)
i’m doin’ these dumb hoes dirty (grah!)
i f+ck your b+tch and i dip
got new glasses my face, and i feel like roy purdy (what?)
i got an h on my waist dumb b+tch, and no, it ain’t stand for hermes
imma make his sweatshirt red, just like a d+mn shirley
choppa make him hop out of his shirt like a bunny
run it up, b+tch you can’t buck me (grah!)
i f+ck your b+tch in her face and i ruin her makeup (uh, uh)
motherf+cker make it disgusting
he wanna fight, so i pull out the d+mn 9′
and then that b+tch get straight to runnin’
if he gon’ lie, then he gon’ die
motherf+ckin’ glock on my him get to bustin’ him (grah, grah, grah!)
grah!
pow pow pow!

[chorus]
roll that sh+t up
roll that sh+t up!
yeah
all of these b+tches the same (bang)
all of these b+tches act lame (what?)
they do anything for the fame (aye)
even put d+ck in they face (huh?)
puttin’ my cum on they brace (what?)
the hoes even want my last name (yeah)
these hoes, yeah, they never gon’ change
jnco my jean
that’s why i skate up on your block (pop!)
hit you in the jaw
with these d+mn 223’s (grah, grah!)
wearing a mask
when my glock gon’ blast (pow)
like the d+mn movie scream (tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew)
i f+ck on your b+tch (aye)
i record that sh+t (aye)
and then i put it on the movie screen (what?)
magic trick, with my bl!ck, it’s not what it seems (yeah)
[verse 2]
i get your b+tch wet with the way i say it, yeah my cadence (yeah)
presidential my wrist dumb b+tch, uh huh, like sarah palin (aye)
all black outfit, all black like a f+ckin’ racist (wha+?)
s+m+n in your f+ckin’ b+tch, yeah, she gon’ taste it (yeah)
my flow ever changin’ (yeah)
just like the seasons (yeah)
i f+ck yo b+tch and i dip, uh (woah)
committed treason
i got so many girls and so many reasons
hollow tips hit him in the chest (grah, grah), now he bleedin’
yeah, he get to leakin’ (bang!)
d+ck in her throat, barely breathin’ (what?)
shot the h+rns off that dumb b+tch’s head (pop!)
i guess that b+tch no longer demon, uh (what?)
f+ck on your b+tch and i dip and i left her d+mn crib
and i ain’t give that b+tch a d+mn reason (what?)
feel like g herbo, b+tch, feel like swervo on this beat
motherf+cker i be speedin’ (aye)
b+tch i’m swervo
huh, so i guess i’m swervin’
huh, doin’ 120 but i ain’t even got my dumbass permit
i got good brain from your hoe, so i guess i be learnin’
i’m so deep in your b+tch, im in her guts, like a d+mn surgeon (what, what, what?)

- trumf lyrics

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