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cousin skeeter - just bang lyrics

[intro]
ayy, bathing ape jacket for the winter
got these n*ggas’ baby mamas cookin’ dinner (funk or die)
my ex*b*tch a k!ller
look, ayy

[chorus]
ayy, b*tch, i been a winner (woo)
bathing ape jacket for the winter (d*mn)
got these n*ggas’ baby mamas cookin’ dinner (d*mn)
my ex*b*tch a k!ller (ooh)
yeah, i want the p*ssy, i don’t need her (no)
yeah, we f*cked the other day, but i didn’t eat her (haha)
supreme on the beater (woo)
the same red patch on the sneakers (yeah)
and it’s twenty*five hundred every feature (duh)
i could’ve been a cheater (why?)
how you say you ballin’ on the bleachers?
fn, blue tips, cousin skeeter (grraow)
[verse]
they callin’ me the leader (woo)
so, n*gga, pay attention to the teacher
if you scared, go to church, you a preacher (haha)
n*gga, do you get it? (no)
before i had a ‘gram, i had a beeper (yeah)
before i had fans, i had a heater (ooh)
i’m trippin’ on these n*ggas (yeah)
the k gotta stand for these n*ggas (blaow)
on the homies, i can’t stand none of these n*ggas (uh)
these n*ggas got me tweakin’ (mm)
i been poppin’ percs all weekend
hit the blunts two times, start overthinkin’
ayy, b*tch, i been on (woo)
check the wrists on both arm, the big stones
you n*ggas snitch, i sing songs and these stones (yeah)
n*gga, y’all be hoes
you want me, then pull up or get on
better yet, i know a n*gga making clones (haha)
real n*ggas gotta feel me (yeah)
the first l!ck i ever hit was with w*lly (will)
the first gun i ever got came from ricky (rick)
you n*ggas can’t trick me (nah)
i was sleepin’ on beds when they was p*ssy (yeah)
i got hit, but i ain’t die, so they missed me (woo)
[chorus]
ayy, b*tch, i been a winner (woo)
bathing ape jacket for the winter (d*mn)
got these n*ggas’ baby mamas cookin’ dinner (d*mn)
my ex*b*tch a k!ller (ooh)
yeah, i want the p*ssy, i don’t need her (no)
yeah, we f*cked the other day, but i didn’t eat her (haha)
supreme on the beater (woo)
the same red patch on the sneakers (yeah)
and it’s twenty*five hundred every feature (duh)
i could’ve been a cheater (why?)
how you say you ballin’ on the bleachers?
fn, blue tips, cousin skeeter (grraow, woo)

- just bang lyrics

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