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ooh ahh - david banner lyrics

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[intro]
yeah!
mississippi motherf-cka, coming’ out talking’ big sh-t
f-ck that, suck that!
blast that b-tch, duck that!
i ain’t playin’
mississippi motherf-cka, southside!
yeah!
big face, n-gga! big face entertainment, n-gga

[hook]
singin’ ooooooh, ahhhhhh
yeah, motherf-cka
singin’ ooooooh, ahhhhhh
yeah, motherf-cka
ain’t no b-tch in our blood, around here
ain’t no b-tch in our blood, down here

singin’ ooooooh, ahhhhhh
yeah, motherf-cka
singin’ ooooooh, ahhhhhh
yeah, motherf-cka
ain’t no b-tch in our blood, around here
ain’t no b-tch in our blood, down here

[verse]
b-tch, please say my name
pimp c said “we ain’t got time to be playin’ these p-ssy -ss games with a lame”, motherf-cka
jigga-j jigga-a jigga-ck
son run, run run
go and get ya mama, b-tch
mississippi bring the drama, b-tch
straight to ya place, in ya face, kickin’ down, kickin’ down
kickin’ down yo door
how many times i gotta say you ain’t f-ckin’ with no hoe?
or no weak billy-buckin’ -ss, field -ss n-ggas
we some pimpin’, bart simpson, iceberg, trill n-ggas
and we comin’ for yo cash box
b-tch get yo -ss boxed, and dumped in the shed
blowed slugs in yo head
b-tch can’t run from the infrared
i aimed at yo knee and knocked off yo leg
ya heard what i said?
you p-ssy -ss jerk
you f-ck with ya boy and yo -ss will get murked
i’m f-ckin’ ya girl when she come home from work
she suckin’ my d-ck with a mouth full certs
she biting my d-ck, but, b-tch that sh-t hurt
i’m stuffin’ her mouth with ya hilfiger shirt
i’m takin’ this gun, i’m blastin’ yo -ss
i love the ak, cuz it’s quicker to blast
crunker to buck, quicker to duck
i’m sick of y’all b-tches, i’ve bout has enough

[hook]

[verse]
singin’ oooooh
he in a coup deville
david banner so trill, motherf-ckas like oooooooh
you ain’t bout that steel, and the piece n-ggas grill
motherf-ckers like ahhhh, yeah, -chirp- on a 2-way cell
motherf-ckers like ahhhh, yeah, he in a ‘lac truck on sprewells
now i’m hittin’ you b-tches with missiles that’s come from guns
i got everybody, now watch all y’all b-tch n-ggas run
and fall
but b-tch we ball
when a n-gga in the mall, lil kids like “dawg, he be the sh-t”
that n-gga all hit
have yo b-tch, be like, “he gangsta”
i would admit
i’m a g, cuz i spent a g on a outfit
and with the gs on my new kicks, them pumas with them gucci stripes
pumas, cuz y’all n-ggas put y’all gucci on them brand new nikes
air force 1s
n-gga got a gun
f-ck with me, and leave ya life on the run
my uzi, that b-tch it still weighs bout a ton
i’m movin’ ya -ss [?]
d-mn a b-tch, i’m tryna get rich
y’all p-ssy -ss n-ggas can suck on my d-ck
suck on my d-ck, l!ck on my nuts
i say all this sh-t, cuz i don’t give a f-ck

[hook]

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