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letra de bangin hard - kp skywalka

[intro]
kp
uhh, uhh, uhh
uhh, uhh, uhh
kp

[chorus]
she bangin’ hard
the sh-t i got is bangin’ hard
i ran out and broke her heart
i ain’t mean to break your heart, i’m sorry auntie
it made her sad
she wan’ shop wit skywalk bad
spot get hot i’m servin’ bags

[verse 1 kp skywalka]
i broke the rules and wouldn’ go to school so now i’m servin’ glass
i went to school to f-ck on all the hoes and even serve the class
my uncle heard my song he say i’m kirkin’ wit my servin’ ass
work truck when we push the gas, ain’t got no hussle push his ass
a n-gga think he goin’ take some from me, imma cook his ass
n-gga sell his soul out for a song he d-mn near shook his ass
get money coolin’ sittin’ in the crack house i was hookin’ class
my muva heard i’m runnin’ with the shooters she wan’ to whoop my ass
my fava heard i’m deep up in the streets he wan to get me right
my bruva heard i’m bump head some n-ggas he wan’ get me tight
i’m dead inside but livin’ for my youngins my daughter she give me life
like let a n-gga think i told my muva that they gon give me life
like uh, uh
yea n-gga
[chorus]
she bangin’ hard
the sh-t i got is bangin’ hard
i ran out and broke her heart
i ain’t mean to break your heart, i’m sorry auntie
it made her sad
she wan’ shop wit skywalk bad
spot get hot i’m servin’ bags

[verse 2 paco panama]
i ain’t mean to break ya heart, i’m sorry auntie
but we sold out (sorry auntie)
she tried to make a scene i smacked her ass and told her roll out
i could never leave my projects when them ova n-ggas sold out (305)
b-tch we got this sewed up (sewed up)
i’m comin’ auntie hold up (hold up)
just finished cookin’ bricks i washed my hands before i roll up (yeah)
matter fact you know what, (you know what) nah f-ck that
auntie where my cup at
all the rap about is [?]
all these street n-ggas love that sh-t
i thought he was a fan but he start asking where the drugs at

[verse 3 smoke chapo]
uhh uhh
yea we sellin’ hard
n-ggas don’t be selling sh-t these rap n-ggas be wellin’ hard
just to get her fix i watched auntie empty her debit card
just to get some drip i watched a hit go commit credit fraud
i done put so many pints in a [?] these young n-ggas call me the drank god
i’m pushin’ the whip and its quiet as sh-t this a tesla it came with a key card
got a 5-star b-tch and a 5-star crib can’t get in cause it came with a key fob
n-ggas keep stealin’ my drip keep claimin’ my sh-t tryna’ be but they can’t cause they be fraud
uhh. uh, uh
yeah n-gga we movin’ hard
we sellin’ more white out than a muf-ckin’ school yard
these n-ggas out here broke as sh-t these n-ggas need bout’ two jobs
i said these n-ggas need bout’ two jobs

- kp skywalka

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