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bang - trumf lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you got that sh*t? (aye, aye, aye, aye)
you got that sh*t?

[chorus]
roll that sh*t up
roll that sh*t up!
yeah
all of these b*tches the same (bang)
all of these b*tches act lame (what?)
they do anything for the fame (aye)
even put d*ck in they face (huh?)
puttin’ my cum on they brace (what?)
the hoes even want my last name (yeah)
these hoes, yeah, they never gon’ change
jnco my jean
that’s why i skate up on your block (pop!)
hit you in the jaw
with these d*mn 223’s (grah, grah!)
wearing a mask
when my glock gon’ blast (pow)
like the d*mn movie scream (tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew)
i f*ck on your b*tch (aye)
i record that sh*t (aye)
and then i put it on the movie screen (what?)
magic trick, with my bl!ck, it’s not what it seems (yeah)
[verse 1]
bl!ck in my pants, it’s a 30 (pow!)
i’m doin’ these dumb hoes dirty (grah!)
i f*ck your b*tch and i dip
got new glasses my face, and i feel like roy purdy (what?)
i got an h on my waist dumb b*tch, and no, it ain’t stand for hermes
imma make his sweatshirt red, just like a d*mn shirley
choppa make him hop out of his shirt like a bunny
run it up, b*tch you can’t buck me (grah!)
i f*ck your b*tch in her face and i ruin her makeup (uh, uh)
motherf*cker make it disgusting
he wanna fight, so i pull out the d*mn 9′
and then that b*tch get straight to runnin’
if he gon’ lie, then he gon’ die
motherf*ckin’ glock on my him get to bustin’ him (grah, grah, grah!)
grah!
pow pow pow!

[chorus]
roll that sh*t up
roll that sh*t up!
yeah
all of these b*tches the same (bang)
all of these b*tches act lame (what?)
they do anything for the fame (aye)
even put d*ck in they face (huh?)
puttin’ my cum on they brace (what?)
the hoes even want my last name (yeah)
these hoes, yeah, they never gon’ change
jnco my jean
that’s why i skate up on your block (pop!)
hit you in the jaw
with these d*mn 223’s (grah, grah!)
wearing a mask
when my glock gon’ blast (pow)
like the d*mn movie scream (tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew, tew)
i f*ck on your b*tch (aye)
i record that sh*t (aye)
and then i put it on the movie screen (what?)
magic trick, with my bl!ck, it’s not what it seems (yeah)
[verse 2]
i get your b*tch wet with the way i say it, yeah my cadence (yeah)
presidential my wrist dumb b*tch, uh huh, like sarah palin (aye)
all black outfit, all black like a f*ckin’ racist (wha*?)
s*m*n in your f*ckin’ b*tch, yeah, she gon’ taste it (yeah)
my flow ever changin’ (yeah)
just like the seasons (yeah)
i f*ck yo b*tch and i dip, uh (woah)
committed treason
i got so many girls and so many reasons
hollow tips hit him in the chest (grah, grah), now he bleedin’
yeah, he get to leakin’ (bang!)
d*ck in her throat, barely breathin’ (what?)
shot the h*rns off that dumb b*tch’s head (pop!)
i guess that b*tch no longer demon, uh (what?)
f*ck on your b*tch and i dip and i left her d*mn crib
and i ain’t give that b*tch a d*mn reason (what?)
feel like g herbo, b*tch, feel like swervo on this beat
motherf*cker i be speedin’ (aye)
b*tch i’m swervo
huh, so i guess i’m swervin’
huh, doin’ 120 but i ain’t even got my dumbass permit
i got good brain from your hoe, so i guess i be learnin’
i’m so deep in your b*tch, im in her guts, like a d*mn surgeon (what, what, what?)

- trumf lyrics

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