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letra de my shit bang - lil' hawk (bloods)

intro:

westside activities!
on my mama, this bang

chorus:

i tried to tell ’em, i tried to mothaf-ckin’ tell ’em x8
my sh-t bang, n-gga x8

verse 1:

you already know for sure, this another banger (another banger)
lil’ hawk, westside, one up in the chamber (bang)
death to a stranger, all the haters f-ck you (f-ck you)
i ain’t have nothin’, about to have somethin’
when i was saggin’ it was brackin’, i got the lead flow
someone that hear n-gga sh-t, they gon’ need mo’
same b-tch, yeah, you the one, over there
lookin’ good, on the fly, wit’ yo’ long hair
will i ever? naw, my n-gga, never
gettin’ suck up for a b-tch, you know i know better
dolla, dolla, when you holla, make you may say
the f-ck you mean you broke? you ain’t makin’ sense
naw, go get yo’ mothaf-ckin’ money right
i’ll take your ugly-ass b-tch before the cummy tight
you got me f-cked up, it’s time to come up
never put my gun down, same got the sun up
chorus x8

verse 2:

i’m ’bout to tear these n-ggas up, you know it’s mandatory
i’m on my own so don’t put me in no category
i got some bad b-tches, i got some ugly b-tches
but one thing that’s for sure, they some money b-tches
n-ggas say i’m on the ride, yeah, all the time
f-ck this album comin’ out, i’mma be the shine
the n-gga wait to get another ‘fore he blaze a night
if that’s what it take to get these n-ggas off the mic
man, you’ll be surprised what these n-ggas do
but not me, on the b, n-gga, i thought you knew
i don’t f-ck with the clubs but this sh-t a knock
on the block, out the truck, the house party knockin’
it don’t stop i thought i told you but let me show you
you beat this mothaf-ckin’ gauge, it want straight up blow you
n-gga, miss me with the snake sh-t, the b-tch sh-t
let’s talk about this money, i’m tryna make a mill quick
real sh-t, real sh-t, you know what, f-ck the hook, my n-gga, lemme crease my red flag up right quick, lemme smoke one, and i’mma get right back brackin’ only took my ganja

verse 3:

this mothaf-ckin’ sh-t bang, n-gga, on the gang
i rock the mic all night in the red strangs
i let my nuts hang on ’em like the geto boys
i bring a tombstone to fix from the metal noise
this n-gga rappin’ like i’m starvin’ like a n-gga hungry
that’s on the bird and the flocks, so the b-tches on me
pretty tony-ass n-ggas they don’t stand a chance
naw, f-ck that, sly rise in advance
it’s time to clean up these fake n-ggas’ dirty hands
i sent my boys out to serve ’em out the murder van
for the scoop, i’mma woop, yeah, i been official
you better f-ck with the real sh-t, it’s beneficial
my visit to come and get you, don’t go against the grain
once you do then you through, it’s mister pain
welcome to the gutter, it’s all day thunder
no waitin’, just some hidin’ on a mothaf-cka
woop!
my mothaf-ckin’ sh-t bang, n-gga

- lil hawk bloods

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