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bangin - cemetery drive lyrics

[verse one * chris wright]
1 am in the club, drink spilling
link chain hanging, baby, what it does, gimme love
gimme, uh, gimme something for the bloodshot eyes
dripping visine, yeah, she love my type
sipping lil’ lime, lil’rum, lil’ sprite
lil’ timepiece ticking, gimme minutes i can buy
put a man down quick, cut a minute out your life
if you stepping up, i hope that you can fight
yeah, i told ’em all

[hook * atwood]
if they wanna come approach me, that’s all fine
[?]
hope they like to get the nosebleeds, we courtside
i thought i told you motherf*ckers that wе
bangin’, bangin’, bangin’, bangin’
get the posse, wе the top seats in the roxy
bangin’, bangin’, bangin’, bangin’
check the stat sheet that look awfully like we on fleek

[verse two * teeawgo]
filho da puta, nunca ele muda (nunca)
mentalidade tão suja, tou pagando multa (tou pagando multa)
see, i been hitting heights higher than pão de açúcar (hm, that’s pretty high)
green in the face, see these biters like picapau cuca (amarelo)
y’all ain’t get it (no), when i write inscriptions, it feel like the mayans did it (whoa)
i got a calendar, circle the date you tried me in it (ho)
f*ck you thought was pseudo*scientific?
i make dying wishes come alive while i’m living
[verse three * cloud mac]
(here i come, lemme tell ’em, lemme tell ’em)
what it look like? what the hook like?
bangin’, that’s a good life, no time, i’ma tell ’em, i ain’t polite
man, you p*ssies putting up a really poor fight
when you hit me, feel like kisses, that’s a poor right
be like that i hit the rhythm then i go
take my bat, i get the money then i roll
take my cash, oh, i’m a villain for the dough
take y’all back when i be kicking in the door

[hook * atwood]
if they wanna come approach me, that’s all fine
[?]
hope they like to get the nosebleeds, we courtside
i thought i told you motherf*ckers that we
bangin’, bangin’, bangin’, bangin’
get the posse, we the top seats in the roxy
bangin’, bangin’, bangin’, bangin’
check the stat sheet that look awfully like we on fleek

[verse four * whyandotte]
ayo, what up? we got 4 words, “shut the f*ck up”
in my own words, only move onward
tryna get the money, get the dough, hit a homer
i walk around like sosa in the stu
i brought a sound, you clowns ain’t nothing new
riding ’round town, i got nothing to do
got a year left and i ain’t wasting it talking to you
[verse five * miles powers]
keep on tryin’, but i’m missin’, keep me right up against it
keep it low, keep it goin’, keepin’ time while i’m in it
we been lied to, i wouldn’t ride with you if you fit in
f*ck if i do, it’s up to all you to be committed
meet me there in this b*tch bangin’, they go where i go
baby, quit playing, beast mode teeawgo, i can switch language
never wavered, never tabled it for later
never played with it, it’s safe to say been bangin’ since i came in

- cemetery drive lyrics

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