DAT BANGER
Wig Splita29 Plays
•19 Jul 2022
This bitch finna be a banger Let’s get it 5:24 in the mornin I’m tryna give these motherfuckas warnings They don’t wanna believe me But yet here the storm is And I promise you don’t want this Now here I am In the back of a ford focus Boy you lookin homeless I’m sorry to cut it To you dawg but you lookin boneless Spineless I mean Now let me get the fuck from around this crime scene My boy got the high beams We gone out this bitch We gon up and split When we see him we gon up on his shit Then head out Bitch you know this is what we bout We don’t give a fuck about no clout no Bitch we on go We just sum motherfuckas Tryna get out this drout Everybody with they hands out I’m finna bust em in they damn snout I’m always in my city You know they fuckin wit me Motha fucka you lookin itty bitty Small boy wit a big .50 Chatt Town where it’s at You know there ain’t no maybachs We just got them traps Around every corner In the mornin In the evening At night Hit dat boy just right Then he might see the light RIP all my homies man Damn… I still can’t believe it We doin this for the gang All we do is slang And if this don’t blow up Then we going out ina bang Shout my boys Jacob and Brian you already know that I ain’t lyin. (GANG) (GANG) (BITCH)
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This bitch finna be a banger Let’s get it 5:24 in the mornin I’m tryna give these motherfuckas warnings They don’t wanna believe me But yet here the storm is And I promise you don’t want this Now here I am In the back of a ford focus Boy you lookin homeless I’m sorry to cut it To you dawg but you lookin boneless Spineless I mean Now let me get the fuck from around this crime scene My boy got the high beams We gone out this bitch We gon up and split When we see him we gon up on his shit Then head out Bitch you know this is what we bout We don’t give a fuck about no clout no Bitch we on go We just sum motherfuckas Tryna get out this drout Everybody with they hands out I’m finna bust em in they damn snout I’m always in my city You know they fuckin wit me Motha fucka you lookin itty bitty Small boy wit a big .50 Chatt Town where it’s at You know there ain’t no maybachs We just got them traps Around every corner In the mornin In the evening At night Hit dat boy just right Then he might see the light RIP all my homies man Damn… I still can’t believe it We doin this for the gang All we do is slang And if this don’t blow up Then we going out ina bang Shout my boys Jacob and Brian you already know that I ain’t lyin. (GANG) (GANG) (BITCH)
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