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bang - ji beats lyrics

(holy 1k)
(ji beats)
i ain’t goin’ down, n*gga, unless it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t steppin’ out the crib unless i’m walkin’ with that thang
a n*gga got some money now and n*ggas wanna act strange
once sh*t hits the fan, i’m the one n*ggas wanna blame
busted on this b*tch face, like a n*gga ain’t got no aim
the b*tch acting like a fan, so her guts i rearrange it
granny mad at a n*gga cuz the way i’m livin’ dangerous
had to stop hanging around broke n*ggas, sh*t’s contagious

if this b*tch stay on her toes, i might buy this b*tch a face lift
i got too many hoes when i’m sliding in that sp*ceship
i got too many o’s when i’m lookin’ at my bank slip
i got too much dough, i swear i could start a bakery
i ain’t with that f*ck sh*t, i ain’t with all that fakery
when i’m going down, n*gga, i swear it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t walking out the crib unless it’s with a big thang
i’m with sedated, pourin’ wock, i don’t sip no champagne

i ain’t goin’ down, n*gga, unless it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t steppin’ out the crib unless i’m walkin’ with that thang
a n*gga got some money now and n*ggas wanna act strange
once sh*t hits the fan, i’m the one n*ggas wanna blame
busted on this b*tch face, like a n*gga ain’t got no aim
the b*tch acting like a fan, so her guts i rearrange it
granny mad at a n*gga cuz the way i’m livin’ dangerous
had to stop hanging around broke n*ggas, sh*t’s contagious
i swear that broke sh*t contagious
if you ain’t got no money, why the f*ck you n*ggas say sh*t?
threw my ex b*tch away, now that lil b*tch is ancient
i got ptsd, so i be waking up anxious
told that b*tch to grab my money, lil b*tch, and get it pr*nto
n*gga don’t run up, you’ll get rolled up in a fronto
n*gga don’t run up, you’ll n*ggas get stretched out
i be ducking from the feds, so a n*gga stressed out
but i got diamonds on my neck so i’m walking with my chest out
and i could give a f*ck about these n*ggas, y’all can get left out
and i’m kicking b*tches out too, y’all can take the metro
one call to my shooter, don’t make me call presto

i got twin glocks b*tch, like they came from minnesota
fresh out the pin, my n*ggas , to serving boulders
i’m sipping on your budget, while you got nyquil in your soda
b*tch ain’t worth sh*t, p*ssy got (?)
she ain’t use to this type of motion, got her nauseous

- ji beats lyrics

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