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bang bang - hit-banga lyrics

[intro: trinidad cartel]
we gonna thug this sh*t out
we gonna thug this sh*t out
and say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[verse 1: trinidad cartel]
we on a world tour, wale your man
bang bang, do you hear that gun bang?
i ended you with a bang
just take control if you can
finger finger bang bang
she ain’t got a man
but let me inspire someone who can
stopping your motherf*cken bang
liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang
that’s exactly what i did, bang bang
i put that sh*t on my man
i ended you with a bang bang
a million home sellers couldn’t find a realer state
no more bang bang getting neutered or spayed
you ain’t gotta hit the club no more
bang*bang*bang and they lay across the floor

[hook: trinidad cartel & ripsi winelover]
we gonna thug this sh*t out
we gonna thug this sh*t out
lets get it b*tchеs
and say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
i’m bout to murder you hoe
bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
[verse 2: ripsi winelover]
now listen hеre b*tch i’m not gonna speak
on this again if you keep stealing my songs
i’m gonna do a drive*by on your house and
your body will go bang bang b*tch you
will not get away with this b*tch
you and your stupid ass mother will
get shot and i will go to jail and i don’t care
and why you always coming around my studio
and i’m about to beat you b*tch
you gonna hear gun shots coming
around your area b*tch try it hoe
and all you b*tches saying f*ck ripsi
but y’all are the ones that got me
famous b*tch so you did something
very bad you stupid c*nt
even lil’ kim is a better rapper than you
but you heard it from me i’m never
gonna stop with my mouth b*tch braaat

[hook: trinidad cartel & ripsi winelover & ms. mama]
we gonna thug this sh*t out
we gonna thug this sh*t out
lets get it b*tches
and say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
i’m bout to murder you hoe
bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
lets get into it b*tches
[verse 3: ms. mama]
i was born to do the d*mn thing
guns blazing, h*lls raising
if i sent my dad letters
and my guns are directors
stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
soon as para finite will paralyze her existence
so live it up until the end maybe you should use guns
they say he the key to my blessings
planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance
i, slap b*tchez and toke guns for fun
they say that karats help your vision
without the sound of guns
now it’s 6 2’s on closed curtains
we got dat guns and flow
where they find me, 16 on death row

[hook: trinidad cartel]
we gonna thug this sh*t out
we gonna thug this sh*t out
and say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

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