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letra de bang - kamil o

[hook]
i let it bang, let you hang, catch a motherf-cking cap
i let it rain, on these b-tches that be grindin’ on my lap
i’m 17 with an att-tude, put me on the map
i swear to god i’ll tear it up, like i’m london on da track
i let it bang, let you hang, catch a motherf-cking cap
i let it rain, on these b-tches that be grindin’ on my lap
i’m 17 with an att-tude, put me on the map
i swear to god i’ll tear it up, like i’m london on da track

[verse 1]
try to stop me, get stepped on
you motherf-ckers are slept on
you feelin bad? need a pep talk
outline yo dead body with chalk
i hate the way that you walk
i hate the way that you breathe
i might just kick in your t–th
the way you lookin’ at me
it got me feelin’ malicious
you know that i’m all ’bout my business
you know my n-ggas is vicious, we know you actin’ suspicious
and you gon’ meet the clip, you gon’ need to dip
crash yo motherf-ckin’ whip, on the way out of yo crib

[verse 2]
what got you shook? what got you worried?
we see that you in a hurry
what you runnin’ for?
what you been gunnin’ for?
you ain’t got no one to feed
you ain’t got no f-ckin’ needs
got yo girl upon my d, she live to please a f-ckin king
take a step in my brain, you couldn’t handle my pain
i’ll show you that i’m insane. now hol’ up let me explain
i’m talkin’ k!llin’ my ex’s, i’m memorizin’ addresses
i’m stackin’ up on defenses. i’m bouta catch me a sentance
i’m f-ckin’ honing my senses. take f-ckin’ lines off my dresser
they say that i’m an aggressor, and what you do to impress her
i do asleep. try to copy me cause you a sheep
wishing you could ride upon my wave, like you on my level

[verse 3]
b-tch i’m workin’ for the devil
these thoughts are plaguing my mind
i’m shakin’ and f-ckin’ cryin’
i’m f-ckin’ breaking inside
i wish i could f-ckin’ die
you wouldn’t last up inside
don’t act like it’s a surprise
you’re overwhelmed by your pride
i’ll stab you in the neck but still cry every night
i got these scars upon my legs from f-ckin’ playin’ with knives
a constant state of disarray i’m stayin’ up every night
i’m countin’ down until the days i take my own f-ckin’ life
i’m sayin’ stay out my lane, you better take my advice
cause i’m just sayin’ it once, and i ain’t sayin’ it twice
i’ll sell your soul to anybody who can lay down a price
i’m layin’ in my bed slurpin’ on these noodles an rice
cause i relapsed again, hit j-pan countin’ yen
stack my bread, crash a benz
never cared what they said
b-tch i’m 17. and i’m h-lla mean
stackin’, countin’ green
catch me on the screen

[outro]
b-tch…
i think that’s good…

- kamil o

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