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lirik lagu johnny nami, illmortal - bang that

[hook: x2 johnny nami] bang that banga, they don’t want it, they don’t wanna see the anger n-gga. bang that banga, if you got it, hold it up like a hanger n-gga, bang that banga, if you got it, send ’em to the baby in the manger n-gga

[verse 1: johnny nami] 40 in the waist, finna waste this n-gga, got the sling on my wrist like a bracelet n-gga, he ain’t listen to the warnings that i gave this n-gga, leave your baby momma mourning on the pavement n-gga. extendo clip, bigger than a b-tter bowl, leave a n-gga laying in the ditch like a gutter bowl, chopper nick cannon, you don’t wanna see the drum roll have a n-ggas insides looking like gumbo. ar-15 “what tho?” with the double drum got it looking like dumbo. double dutch bet a n-gga won’t jump though, prolly f-ck around and catch cancer from the gun smoke. don’t look and you better not touch ’cause you know you can’t f-ck with the bucks i clutch, if a n-gga wanna see me better pack a lunch, got some sh-t from overseas that look packed a punched. i’m a king, 16 sh-lls from this m16, knock a n-gga back to being 16, that’s a wet dream, say h-llo to god for me, tell him i apologize for the way that i bully, bleed and i sweat but you’ll never see a cry from me, yet to be seen like the ending of monopoly. i’m a king, crown me, n-ggas weak, lousy

[hook x2]

[verse 2: illmortal] word around the town i’m the man n-gga, detroit lions touchdown n-gga, you know a n-gga got that gas like auschwitz, dikes got fake in their drawers like a counterfeit, i can whip that dope until my wrist get tired, didn’t pull out guess a n-gga misifired, dumb n-ggas fall for p-ssy like a f-cking tripwire got so much weed a n-gga need six lighters. your life is looking desperate, my car look like the jeffersons’, up every morning when i’m working like a mexican, n-ggas so corrupt, roger goodell, and my c0ke look frozen like idina menzel, and i throw the dollar signs up, johnny manziel, white b-tch so tan look like patti labell, french girls on me just like mademoiselle, and my coupe so black looking like tony snell. 50 oz, no caliber, blood on the matt, stafford, riding in that ghost, no casper, put the money up i can slaughter any rapper, your bars are like haiti, sh-t is a disaster, and i move birds like my numbers in the rafters, 17 chips, no funyions, just laughter f-ck n-ggas on sight till i’m pulling out the clapper

[hook: x2 illmortal]

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