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bang bang - raproze lyrics

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[verse 1: reru]
if you banging my music, you in the hood
i f*cked yo sister, her p*ssy was good
don’t talk me down, that’s h*lla rude
i have advice, don’t be so crude
go get your ride, let’s do a street race
i’m already taking off, keep up the pace
we shootin our guns and f*cking our hun’s
shut yo mouth before i f*ck yo buns
i need no teaching, but you need preaching
my music a religion, b*tches worship it
if you’re lucky, i might pop a tit
i k!lled a b*tch who sh*t on my rhymes
i’m a wanted man, i’m on the new york times
i’m on a run, i’m a criminal
i’m bussin a rhyme from 9 to 5
you’re gonna get stung by the reru hive

[chorus]
bang bang, we’re banging my songs
all these rhymеs, erase my wrongs
i’ll k!ll the hatеrs, fry em like taters
your final warning
back the f*ck off, your music is trash
go back to golf
b*tch
[verse 2: reru]
you’re a f*cking weeb watching anime
you’re watching lolis until you decay
here’s a challenge, do something productive
stop finding cartoon b*tches seductive
there’s always room for me to improve
even if i don’t, you’ll still groove
this track is all i need to prove
soon enough, we’ll get f*cking wild
you’re built like a f*ggot named kyle
from baytown to houston, up to dallas
you can’t do sh*t to my palace
i’m the king of texas, can’t do sh*t
i’ll f*cking k!ll you here in a little bit
your stupid antics older than biden
your b*tch, i’m ridin

[chorus]
bang bang, we’re banging my songs
all these rhymes, erase my wrongs
i’ll k!ll the haters, fry em like taters
your final warning
back the f*ck off, your music is trash
go back to golf
b*tch
[verse 3: star oden]
ha who the f*ck are you, f*g
you comin at me just cuz i’m chasin tha bag
man, f*ck you
you know that some people wear silver, some wear gold
but then i’ll snach it off you neck and diss you cold
yea i love them lyrics from icp
you look at me with the icey t**th
and hear bang bang only lyrically
you claimin that you like dark humor
but then you all offended like
b*tch you got a brain tumor?
get the f*ck outta here cuz man you ain’t man enough jr
you really tryna f*ck with me but i’m a senior
you try to tell my name, but i’ll walk up to you and say i’ve never seen ya
this chick said low*key but i told her to get down on her knees and blow me
ha! my lyrics are strong, it’s only a song
and i know my listeners are now growin fond

[chorus]
bang bang, we’re banging my songs
all these rhymes, erase my wrongs
i’ll k!ll the haters, fry em like taters
your final warning
back the f*ck off, your music is trash
go back to golf
b*tch​

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