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letra de revenge (bang bang) - octavian

[intro: octavian]
yeah, no, you can’t do it
nah, i know, i know, i had to

[chorus: octavian]
fake n-ggas i cannot stand (can’t stand)
fake b-tches i cannot stand (cannot stand)
she strippin’ off, bang-bang (bang, bang-bang)
but i will never bang again (no bangin’)
and i’ll shoot at your gang again (gang-gang)
lotta shooters in my gang, gang (bang, bang)
gang signs in my right hand (gang signs)
fake n-ggas i cannot stand

[verse 1: octavian & juice wrld]
hit the road (road)
run around with a big gun, man ain’t no joke (it’s right)
pray for a n-gga who want smoke, he will get smoked (get smokin’)
on the opp block, n-ggas revenge (it’s revenge, b-tch)
make sure i don’t shoot all of these f-ck n-ggas ever again
and at night (that night, that, okay)
i take your bestfriends’s head and then i hide (then cutty, yeah)
if i get caught by the fed, i’m doin’ life (doin’ lifetimе, yeah)
f-ck n-gga know it’s revengе (woah, god, okay, yeah)
you will never f-ck with them essie n-ggas again (okay, gang, gang, i got)
[verse 2: juice wrld]
louis v shades, no ray-bans (bans)
hit the strip club, make it rain dance (dance)
condo in m.i.a (m.i.a, yeah), go there just to bump m.i.a (yeah)
only hit the club if a n-gga getting paid (yeah)
kickin’ hoes out the section, kanye (yeah)
tell a f-ck n-gga don’t bring the drama my way (yeah)
’cause we got rugers and uzis and then i spray it like mace (yeah)
word on the street is your b-tch want a taste (yeah)
sorry, not sorry, lil’ b-tch, i’m taken (yeah)
takin’ it day to day, smoking on heavyweight everyday
i feel like i’m a jamaican (oh, yeah)
i told my baby to sit back, spin racks
i’m finna bring home the bacon (yeah)
covered in money just like a mason (yeah)
and i ain’t have to give my soul to satan (yeah)
on the supermoto, i’m racin’, races (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
cuttin’ n-ggas off like raiden (yeah)
remember writing raps in my bas-m-nt, bas-m-nt (yeah)
thank god that a n-gga made it (yeah)
all these other n-ggas too basic
and all these b-tches that be goin’ with ’em too tasteless (yeah)
she only with you ’cause she couldn’t get me
i’m chocolate chip, you oatmeal raisin, yeah

- octavian

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