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letra de bang my line - rjmrla

[verse 1: rjmrla]
i’m tryna smoke and get some head (wow)
give your girl good d-ck, make her p-ss her bed
she get your hook up in that water, watch her fish her man
she switch her hands, go hibachi like she miss j-pan
i’m switchin’ lambs, switch the rovers out in switzerland
they roll over and retire like it’s mich-llin
you know me, i’m ot with the pitch again
she go deep about the d like it’s michigan
spread [?] with my trees, ain’t no keys on my keys
had them twins doing threes, f-cking friends and enemies
my pants from italy, ayy
bands on guillotine, ayy
twins from sicily
got plans from [?]
they been running through these rappers like it’s hip hop
they save, “all lives matter”, i said, “b-tch, stop”
just liplock ’till your panties get that drip spot
i just f-cked their monkey -ss in bape flip flops (flip flops, flip flops)

[chorus: rjmrla & o.t. genesis]
ohh,. hold up, i got some time to roll up
i, i, came here to show up
you not a man, you a go up
b-tch, don’t bang my line
you ain’t gotta bang my line
oh, wait, ohh, hold up, i got some time to roll up
i, i, came here to show up
you not a man, you a throw up
b-tch, don’t bang my line (oh, wait, oh, wait)
you ain’t gotta bang my line (oh, wait, hold up, yeah)
oh, wait, ohh, hold up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
i got some time to roll up (roll up that dope)
you don’t gotta pay me to show up
you’re not a man, you a go up
b-tch, don’t bang my line (o.t.)
you ain’t gotta bang my line

[verse 2: o.t. genesis]
don’t call my phone, don’t text me b-tch (yeah)
all this ice on me, wayne gretzkey, b-tch (ah)
runnin’ ’round town, yeah, you know you a hoe
you done f-cked every n-gg-, now you’re calling ’em broke
yeah, you look good baby, but you ain’t sh-t
should’ve been a baseball ’cause you do get hit
you a plan b, pay 850, yeah right
speaking of plan b, that’s what you took last night (ugh)
you gon’ need a oil change on that broke -ss benz
told you ’bout hanging with your broke -ss friends
ain’t gon’ never be a main, you ain’t stable
you a side piece and you at another n-gg- table
n-body picking up, b-tch, don’t hit me
you done got everybody, you ain’t gon’ get me
it’s some sh-t that you just don’t get
you should’ve been a gymnast, you a flip

- rjmrla

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