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bangin - zurcash lyrics

(intro)
what’s up guys aj what’s bumping haha
money on my mind i be stressin’ bout these hunnids
you be stressing bout these* stressin’ bout these hunnids

(verse 1 zurcash)
money on my mind i can see it when its coming
you be stressing bout these hoes i be stressing bout these hunnids
got it on my own ain’t n0body give me nothing
n*gga i’m my own boss so i don’t take her mans for nothing
give her ass the boot if she doin’ too much buggin’
b*tch said that i ain’t sh*t i swear to got there’s always somethin’
keep my ears closed ’cause these n*ggas that be bluffin’
would’ve thought i did magic i turned nothin’ into somthin’
get it understood ain’t no b*tch that i’m lovin’
hit a took them i dip you the type that’ll cuff me
beefin’ over hoes n*ggas beefin’ over nothin’
put your wallet in a b*tch in a b*tch that i’m trustin’
talkin’ bout some opps n*ggas see em and ain’t do nothing
got a gun just for show you ain’t even finna bust it
told her how it is i ain’t doin all that fussin’
i’ll never sprint a b*tch cause there’s money that i’m l*stin’
i ain’t ever eyein’ catch me boolin on a 7
got a cold thick b*tch brown skin h*lla packin’
say you want the smoke but hidin from the static
n*ggas talkin’ bout a [?] but ain’t never even had it
brodie made a k!llin’ sellin’ work to the adicts
if the feds come through then we throw it in the attict
hunnid round arp f*ck you n*ggas that be actin’
me and dev on the beat and we got this b*tch slappin’
(verse 2, dev dice)
n*ggas finished better throw in the towel
n*gga i really do this sh*t you should have known by now
i might retire i been known for a while
my b*tch thick she got the coldest smile
i think i’m finished hittin’ hoes for now
this b*tch a demon left my soul let ’em out
i swear i feel like the postage i up
when i up the stick i won’t put it down
leave you freezin’ like the snow on the ground
you n*ggas just be blowing smoke in the lounge
these n*ggas b*tches i don’t know what its ’bout
yeah if i gotta shoot a mission i ain’t trippin i’ma go to the south
n*ggas dissing on the bros yeah that wild
but if a n*gga come up missing its gon’ be a minute long ’till he found
i got the gang we up next in this b*tch
all eyes when we step in this b*tch
you already know the issue you ain’t even gotta question this sh*t
at the club walked in and they checkin’ this b*tch
i got a weapon on me
its bad b*tches in my section only
watch the red bottoms you get wacked just for steppin’ on ’em
took a n*gga bl!cky wacked him wit’ it and left it on ’em
see them n*ggas with me not hoes don’t be flexin’ on ’em
it ain’t easy being from my city we be wreckin’ sh*t homie
it get wicked you get left at the county
b*tches runnin’ she got her record broken
she tryna get a ring i ain’t bettin’ on it
its a lot that’s my only testimony

- zurcash lyrics

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