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Banger - inst. by Mors
Riding with my goonies off a banger
Veins be leaking Lucy answers
Off my scanner
Got the cure I got the cancer
Get the keys I got the hammer
Fuck you mean
I work that angle on my other shit
Let her fuck me sick I really jam her
Get it how I got it
Got to get it gotta want it
Gotta spit - gotta flaunt it
I'm the shit - what you wanted
Fuck a bitch now i'm on it
Whatcha wish never stop it
Let it hit then I profit
All the chips on my coffin, huhh
Let that shit bang know me
Let these nuts hang homie
Bust for fuck sakes holy
On my gang shit homie
Veins be leaking Lucy answers
Off my scanner
Got the cure I got the cancer
Get the keys I got the hammer
Fuck you mean
I work that angle on my other shit
Let her fuck me sick I really jam her
Get it how I got it
Got to get it gotta want it
Gotta spit - gotta flaunt it
I'm the shit - what you wanted
Fuck a bitch now i'm on it
Whatcha wish never stop it
Let it hit then I profit
All the chips on my coffin, huhh
Let that shit bang know me
Let these nuts hang homie
Bust for fuck sakes holy
On my gang shit homie
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