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niggas kno and bitches kno pt. 1 - bang da hitta & pbg kemo lyrics

[intro: bang da hitta]
(gang)
die l’s die dale
b-tch
shut the f-ck up, b-tch
don’t say sh-t, don’t say sh-t, shut the f-ck up, n-gga
b-tch
(gang)

[verse 1: bang da hitta]
pull up to a n-gga like blake face
sneak dissin’ end up like aj
my n-ggas insane they cray cray
broad day, may day like dayday
leave a n-gga in a chair like slamma
how the f-ck you got shot, you had a hammer
iceman’s just a b-tch and a rapper, same goofy that i treated on camera
2 pap splash gang i’m with that, bop out gang, knock a n-gga sh-t back
my n-ggas ape sh-t like jumanji, doa in the hallway like munchie y’all broke ain’t get no money, bro off that keno
that funky, trap beat familiar with them junkies
free smoke, f-ck n-gga who want one
lucci wit the 40, yeah, kemo had a shorty
got streetz on hundred, take you out your glory
might call bigz and shay but that’s ‘nother story, f-ck
all my n-ggas bad news like maury
whack a n-gga put his -ss in the sun times, free shotta, free spazz n-ggas workin with the police
ain’t no lackin in the field so i keep the b-tch on me do his -ss like vallan, hide ya kids we coming

[verse 2: pbg kemo]
why you keep young pappy on your lips for?
and on mosey on bro, you get drilled for (mose deuce)
hollow tips through his body, get ya feel on
n-ggas see sh-t, stop blue steel on
currently smoke keke, new pack
if you sees blue dreads better move back
keno getting high, can’t come back
and i’m rolling like slamma when i’m off flatz
by the way i’m from the worth, not farwelli be on the mag like ah well
tfg the f-cking guys
i get nailed, but that’s never cause i never tuck no tails, never fly, never run boy, don’t bail
cause savage sheen and midnite knock more sh-lls
lil terry back down so it’s all h-ll, tell the opps and the cops we have no chill pbg on tight y’all know that, all the hoes on our d-ck, you want your hoe back
n-ggas low on cash, that’s so bad, y’all cliqueing with the hooks called 4 -ss
now lil4 boy, that’s mo’ gas, in the backwood chilling with his smoked -ss, gang ‘nem bop out with no mask
n-ggas taking h-lla sh-lls no blow back

[verse 3: bang da hitta]
smoke a n-gga bright and early like [?]
man shoutout my plug, my esse
my n-ggas run around with sks
n-ggas fade with the shot like mj
y’all clowns, y’all goofy y’all dancers
don’t wanna see kemo like cancer
my n-ggas k!ll n-ggas at random, green light when we see king samson

[verse 4: pbg kemo]
ride back with the bulls, like rose, n-ggas all in feelings cuz’ pappy in my soul, and they hoes catch feelings and they won’t let em go i’d rather drop an l, or a dale or a 4
on bro, n-ggas play tough, you a big boy still get ya weight up
i’ll slide up on you, shots fired, wake up
then dutty get me gone so don’t try to race us

[verse 5: bang da hitta]
lil’ duke ain’t sh-t but a mascot, another clown had a gun, got his -ss shot
i see you lackin there’s a pattern for you f-ck n-ggas
b-tch this is the reason my n-ggas having fun with ya
you n-ggas low on cash, see the bum n-ggas
slide on juneway let the drum hit ya
f-ck t–zy, f-ck marcus, f-ck lil 4
f-ck pig, f-ck murda, f-ck keno

[verse 6: pbg kemo]
take it easy, move around y’all ain’t on sh-t
pillow talkin’, i don’t put my trust in no b-tch lucci got the 40 grade and shorty won’t miss
we up 5, matter fact, boy, we up 6
we staying on designer boy that sh-t mix, balmain, rockstars and a few sticks
how you tryin’ to catch feelings but you do d-cks
t.i.a that’s mean stop shorty, dismissed

- bang da hitta pbg kemo lyrics

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