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letra de bang dat heat - gmk (rapper)

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, since back in the g, ayy (and everybody with me gon’ bang that heat)
ayy, ayy, since back in the g
ayy, ayy, ayy, since back in the g

[chorus]
i been trappin’ since back in the g
sold pack in the north, sold crack in the beans
i take it out, that’s a traffickin’ fee (a traffickin’ fee)
i don’t make it flip, then i’m trappin’ for free
he want a zip, but i don’t sell weed no more (but i don’t sell weed no more), i smoke, n-gga, this all me
she want her hair did, she don’t suck d-ck no more, gotta f-ck, baby, ain’t sh-t free (ayy)
could’ve been a lemon, n-gga, ain’t sh-t sweet (ain’t sh-t sweet)
i don’t really feel a n-gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
we on the same sh-t, gang sh-t, everybody bangin’ at the table, n-gga, save me a seat (n-gga, save me a seat)
i seen a lot of n-ggas cryin’ when they hitman dyin’, come slide, n-gga, swing my street
gotta be lyin’, say he ran up on the gang, he lyin’, if he with it, he gon’ bang that heat (bang that heat)
[verse]
ayy, bang that heat, n-gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
y’all really want some features, n-gga, just pay that fee (just pay that fee)
if i miss from out the car, then we jump out, now we on feet (baow, baow, baow, baow)
i k!ll a rapper, that’s shootin’ a star, gotta make a wish, let ksoo free
would make a diss, but the n-gga police (but the n-gga police)
would send a blitz, but the feds on beat
i ain’t even living like that ’cause i know this finna go in my file, i’m just yelling on the beat (yelling on the beat)
i don’t want smoke ’cause the crackers gon’ be at my house when a f-ck n-gga die in these streets (when he die in these streets)
bring your plate ’round me and i’m hungry, later that day, i’m picking me t–th (ayy, i’m picking my t–th)
i be on the block, they think i’m homeless (ayy), know i got racks, you can look at my feet (take a look at my feet)
all us step, we ain’t on the same team though, n-gga, we rich, you can look at our cleats (you can look at our cleats)
all my b-tches, they can f-ck ’round with any my n-ggas, that’s p-ssy, n-gga, that sh-t free (that sh-t free)
look at my knife, my guns, my drugs, and come with a price, n-gga, that’s all me

[chorus]
i been trappin’ since back in the g
sold pack in the north, sold crack in the beans (sold crack in the beans)
i take it out, that’s a traffickin’ fee (a traffickin’ fee)
i don’t make it flip, then i’m trappin’ for free
he want a zip, but i don’t sell weed no more, i smoke n-gga, this all me (i smoke n-gga, this all me)
she want her hair did, she don’t suck d-ck no more, gotta f-ck, baby, ain’t sh-t free (ayy)
could’ve been a lemon, n-gga, ain’t sh-t sweet (ain’t sh-t sweet)
i don’t really feel a n-gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
we on the same sh-t, gang sh-t, everybody bangin’ at the table, n-gga, save me a seat (ayy, everybody bangin’ at the table)
i seen a lot of n-ggas cryin’ when they hitman dyin’, come slide, n-gga, swing my street
gotta be lyin’, say he ran up on the gang, he lyin’, if he with it, he gon’ bang that heat
[outro]
bang that heat (ayy)
bang that heat
bang that heat, n-gga (ayy, baow-baow, baow-baow)
bang that heat (baow-baow, baow-baow)
bang that heat, n-gga (ayy, baow)
bang that heat
bang that heat, n-gga (bang that heat, n-gga)
ayy

- gmk rapper

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