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bang - courtney bell lyrics

[intro: courtney bell]
brrreh
body

[verse 1: courtney bell]
i ain’t your average rapper
n*gga this sh*t more than passion
this that 9*11, planes crashing, world trade collapsing
nah, this that holy water
i’m fresh up out that well
know that cup runneth over
do say in the holy grail
n*gga this that big l
that pac, nas, rakim flow in the flesh
got that matrix, dodging bullets
i just copped a fully collarbone of bullies
c*ck him back and pull it bang
k!lling every rapper
i just built a casket big enough to have him all in
bodies falling, blood on my palms
i’m involved with a lot of unsolved murders
we evolve when our involvement teaches the beauty in struggle
you ain’t one of us, then it’s f*ck you
so i suggest you keep your distance
mind your business, cross that line
you better have them steppers with you
cause my doctor took a real lead
no victim, i can’t save you
i just pray you play it safe
cause too many n*ggas died trying to defeat the god
unfortunate
never felt pressure till they back beneath the wall
this orphanage called hip*hop need restoring
pedal to the metal floor
if it’s up, then it’s up
we blowing, bang
[chorus: royce da 5’9″ & benny the butcher]
i pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that’s matching it (bang)
i made a mill in my sleep, and i kept the sh*t all in my mattress (bang)
i’m why they do all the yapping
i’m at what’s always happening
i make it all look immaculate
bang, b*tch, bang
nickel, courtney, benny, b*tches, bentley’s
bang, bang, bang
n*ggas don’t really want to tempt me
bang, bang, bang (brrr)
i pull a rock and the flyers sh*t right in the car that’s matching it (ooh)
i make it all look immaculate
yo, yo (bang)

[verse 2: benny the butcher & royce da 5’9″]
i’m still grinding n*gga, nothing changed
big investments, i was giving lessons in the kitchen
sweatin’ like a runnin’ slave
signed a bsf, n*gga, come get paid
i’m in neiman marcus every other day
got them off*whites every colorway
cause i know it hurt to see me stunned
and i gotta make these motherf*ckers pay
in courtrooms for them scats
now i’m in boardrooms with execs
what you’d expect from a street n*gga
who was taught the boss moves like success
crawl through and flex, 40 for the watch
air for the cuban, boy, you a mess
n*gga, when my phone ring, it’s a bag
you know when my fork move, it’s a check
they want the glory, i want the legacy after it (yup)
i show them it’s real and words can heal
my sh*t like a medicine cabinet (yup)
you never was matching it
your favorite rapper gonna be irrelevant after this (f*ck that n*gga)
just to be rappers, we way too clever
i might run for president after this
i feel like ye, jay and pac
and somebody bought up and packaged it
a little bit lying, ’cause when it’s popping
my n*ggas walk up and whack the sh*t
i wake up early and think about my life
and can’t believe all of this happening (can you believe this sh*t?)
it’s ups and a game, downs and pains
but i make it all look immaculate
i make it all look immaculate (bang)
[chorus: royce da 5’9″ & benny the butcher]
i pull a rock and the flyers fit right in the car that’s matching it (bang)
i made a mill in my sleep, and i kept the sh*t all in my mattress (bang)
i’m why they do all the yapping
i’m at what’s always happening
i make it all look immaculate
bang, b*tch, bang
nickel, courtney, benny, b*tches, bentley’s
bang, bang, bang
n*ggas don’t really want to tempt me
bang, bang, bang (brrr)
i pull a rock and the flyers sh*t right in the car that’s matching it (ooh)
i make it all look immaculate
bang

- courtney bell lyrics

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