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letra de bang! - cg goats

[verse 1: diggy$$]
ay, ay, ay, ay
okay like, we just f-cking sp-wned
ay, already got the aug
our fans, they want another song
so i got mol$, please stand in awe
oh baby, nothing, you crazy
oh sh-t, it’s tempting, i’m lazy
so we just f-ck and i’m gazing
your eyes are pretty, oh baby
and i’m like
i don’t f-ck around until i’m k!lling on the mic
i-i got babies all around me, yeah, they on my left and right
i’m pistol whipping b-tches, never missing
kinda tripping, gotta go
my homies, they need me
i see the signal so i’m out the door
like, i don’t f-ck around
i don’t mess around
i-i don’t care what your f-cking name is
yeah, we ain’t gonna browse
ay, yuh
look at my sh-t
look at my b-tch
tell me your better, thеn check out my sh-t
i know that you’re lying ’cause you don’t know sh-t
you don’t know mе and you don’t know my clique
[verse 2: stumpy asian]
ay, ay, ay
diggy hit me up and he ask me if i wanna hit this
h-ll yeah b-tch, i’m out here
down here with the fire and i’mma spit it
rhymes are spinning around
and i be winning the crowd
wowing everyone around me
call me king, give a crown
call me stumpy, but i’m never ever short on rhymes
b-tch i’m eating up these features like i’m eating up rice
and we finna f-cking blow up
look it, open your eyes
funny ’cause i’m f-cking asian
that don’t matter tonight
no

[verse 3: mol$]
she wanna f-ck but i tell her no deal
she want my nuts, that’s a five star meal
d-ck in her chest and she call that sh-t soul food
two twin glocks but let’s see what this colt do
uh, rip out your abdomen
yes we is back again
watching and plotting
and playing these hoes like it’s badminton
probably lots of you thinking that i should go drown
hating when you see me round
tryna paint me a clown
i started this sh-t all the way at the ground
say you a dog, baby, my house a pound
yeah
[verse 4: droostah & diggy$$]
got mol$ on this track like it’s chemistry
no austin powers, but they be my mini me
and the b-tch pull up, she whip out the double d’s
got so much money, the twenties be obsolete
b-tch, i came out the mud and h-ll no, i’m not done
and we up 4 to 1
all my bands weigh a ton
i can pay for the sun, but can’t pay for no son
like atilla the hun, can’t count battles i’ve won
wait, whoa
your b-tch is what i stole
and i can’t stand to complain no more
me and diggy, ice, we staying cold like
just got a call from my lady
she told me that she been f-cking stumpy lately
she on the side, she too crazy
she already tried to tell me that’s my baby
yeah, in the benz, yeah mercedes
on our way to fame, lil b-tch, we go 80
the drip in the whip, d-mn, it’s getting so rainy
angie blevins, she don’t turn off that safety
bang (bang, bang, bang)

- cg goats

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