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letra de bang bang bang - lilwhitez

[intro]
b-tch
b-tch
(huncho, huncho, huncho)
b-tch ass n-gga
don’t act like you don’t, ’cause n-gga you know

[verse]
i got your b-tch outside acting too grown, she told me cut on my new song
brodie just got a 19 it’s two-toned, dissing will get you a tombstone
i’m in the trap i got two phones, hitting the p, gotta shoot it with both arms
they send a diss, we gon’ get them both gone
why do they diss, them boys ain’t do no harm

[verse 1]
i’ll leave a dumb n-gga head blown, and i’ll leave a bad b-tch back blown
young n-gga, making the plays off a iphone
b-tch keep calling, but i call her off my trap phone
we got the whole trap jumping, like skyzone
shots going off, don’t look or your eye gone
bring me a v, i don’t care if it’s nissan
n-ggas be peons, always need some’

[verse 2]
he go diss, but he got his arm shot
i got a switch, i don’t play mortal kombat
you send a diss, got me ready for combat
but i’m a calm guy, n-ggas gon’ still die
n-ggas gon’ still die, but i’m a chill guy
die at a fish fry, he got his fish fried
i’m sorry for the inconvenience
we come right back, and we hit who we see high
[verse 3]
bro did a cool ‘lil bid, and his feet kicked up
hop out with p, and i bet n-ggas feet pick up
might gotta go through a ten, if the p f-ck up
this b-tch talking too much, like b-tch shut up
thinking we boxing, the switch hit yo’ ass with a uppercut
burn and blow, hit a engine, it sound like i double-cut
f-ck what they rep n-ggas running, hop skip, make ’em double-dutch
them n-ggas mad as a b-tch, ’cause them n-ggas can’t f-ck with us

[verse 4]
i know they mad as a b-tch, them n-ggas can’t hang
brodie just came home, he was just stuck in the chain gang
i’m on the hill, and i’m really sh-t-bag gang
he was running his mouth, and last thing he heard was a “bang! bang!”
he was running his mouth, and last thing he heard was them shots
catch me a b, and then for the week go black
they missed me twice, so when we go bend, go back
they know i’m that young ass n-gga with a whole lot of racks
i be laughing at disses, ’cause these n-ggas ‘real can’t rap
he’s stuck in the same old spot, need to get out the trap
been with the same old b-tch, can’t f-ck with no cop
i’m coming to shoot, a n-gga shot like stot
i’m coming for you, and if you gon’ run, don’t stop
bad b-tch on my line, keep putting her hand in my locs
we on the south, and everybody know it’s a lock
except for 18, we did have every other glock
b-tch
b-tch
yo’ b-tch ass, yo’ broke ass
b-tch ass n-gga

- lilwhitez

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