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letra de had to let 'em know - yhr binga

[intro]
you ready
d-d-djbinga
grrt
baow, baow
grrraow
i don’t think you ready for this, let’s go
bah, bah, bah (grrt)

[verse 1]
you know that they call me big mac by the way my bread done triple (bag)
i shoot at the opps like mockingjay by the way the chopper whistle (grrt)
surrounded by drugs and violence, run up on me you gon get crippled (baow)
and that ting got a big ass when she walk that ting gon jiggle (woo)
risky, high off weed, drunk off whiskey (uh)
run up on me, grrt baow, history (grrt)
money coming in, infinity
rip to the pop, now you know who is your majesty
i hit my shots like curry when i’m on the xbox playing 2k (swish)
rip to the legends like bashar, jarad, and jahseh (rip)
music changed my life, never evеr take me back to the old days
wе cross the opps, like we taking surveys (grrt, baow)
the beat is coming back in, when i drop that sh-t gon be so crazy
i never take a day off work otherwise i’ll be so f-ckin lazy
this beef i have with the opps it sometimes tastes like f-ckin veggies (baow, baow, bah, bah, bah)
[verse 2]
if there is a kerfuffle inside, there are always sirens outside (woo, woo, woo)
gang members from the northside never even heard of the southside (grrt)
i could say the same for the southside not even knowing about the northside
i shoot at the opps like (woo, woo)
i filled his car with gas and then it was engulfed in flames
i lit it up lyrics ’cause i spit fire every day (bah)
you don’t want to mess with the gang ’cause we aren’t the ones to play no games
a lot of people said i couldn’t do this, go throw it down the drain
now they say my rapping is quite inhumane (inhumane)
we drinkin beers from the bottle, now we movin onto champagne
ayy, ay, ay, ay (ayy, ay, ay, ay)
there are eight more bars to go, so i might freestyle this in one do
i leave the opps’ noses runny like honey, no winnie the pooh
i pull up in a yellow lambo, or ferrari like pikachu (skrrt)
it’s binga, spittin this sh-t, you know how we do (you know how we do)

[outro]
i think that was all freestyle, what the f-ck
d-d-djbinga
woo, i’m ’bout to crazy on this sh-t
woo, woo, woo
grrt, baow

- yhr binga

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