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letra de bang bang - raproze

[verse 1: reru]
if you banging my music, you in the hood
i f-cked yo sister, her p-ssy was good
don’t talk me down, that’s h-lla rude
i have advice, don’t be so crude
go get your ride, let’s do a street race
i’m already taking off, keep up the pace
we shootin our guns and f-cking our hun’s
shut yo mouth before i f-ck yo buns
i need no teaching, but you need preaching
my music a religion, b-tches worship it
if you’re lucky, i might pop a tit
i k!lled a b-tch who sh-t on my rhymes
i’m a wanted man, i’m on the new york times
i’m on a run, i’m a criminal
i’m bussin a rhyme from 9 to 5
you’re gonna get stung by the reru hive

[chorus]
bang bang, we’re banging my songs
all these rhymеs, erase my wrongs
i’ll k!ll the hatеrs, fry em like taters
your final warning
back the f-ck off, your music is trash
go back to golf
b-tch
[verse 2: reru]
you’re a f-cking weeb watching anime
you’re watching lolis until you decay
here’s a challenge, do something productive
stop finding cartoon b-tches seductive
there’s always room for me to improve
even if i don’t, you’ll still groove
this track is all i need to prove
soon enough, we’ll get f-cking wild
you’re built like a f-ggot named kyle
from baytown to houston, up to dallas
you can’t do sh-t to my palace
i’m the king of texas, can’t do sh-t
i’ll f-cking k!ll you here in a little bit
your stupid antics older than biden
your b-tch, i’m ridin

[chorus]
bang bang, we’re banging my songs
all these rhymes, erase my wrongs
i’ll k!ll the haters, fry em like taters
your final warning
back the f-ck off, your music is trash
go back to golf
b-tch
[verse 3: star oden]
ha who the f-ck are you, f-g
you comin at me just cuz i’m chasin tha bag
man, f-ck you
you know that some people wear silver, some wear gold
but then i’ll snach it off you neck and diss you cold
yea i love them lyrics from icp
you look at me with the icey t–th
and hear bang bang only lyrically
you claimin that you like dark humor
but then you all offended like
b-tch you got a brain tumor?
get the f-ck outta here cuz man you ain’t man enough jr
you really tryna f-ck with me but i’m a senior
you try to tell my name, but i’ll walk up to you and say i’ve never seen ya
this chick said low-key but i told her to get down on her knees and blow me
ha! my lyrics are strong, it’s only a song
and i know my listeners are now growin fond

- raproze

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