Nems - Keep Bangin lyrics

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Nems - Keep Bangin lyrics

[Nems] Uhh, y'all motherf**ers k** me B Talkin gangster, when the truth of the matter is You ain't a murderer, you ain't a thug, you ain't a burglar What they call you? I never heard of ya Probably a perjurer; met your Mom Dukes and now I'm servin her What they call you? I never heard of ya Listen fam-a-lam, you won't see my hammer jam When it hits you n***as seein your stomach like sonograms Damn!! Understand, I'm the motherf**in man b**h Leave you f**ed up like a tomato soup sandwich Cast his whole damn clique, right in between the smacks You straight p**y n***a, go get your bikini wax b**hes I be with - straight fly like venus traps Been live for a minute, but now the king is back So basically, when I say, you die Cause when the goonies come you'll cop please like "HEY YOU GUYS" Smokin haze in that smoke gray new 5 Can't see me cause the AK shoots eyes And I, and I, demand some respect Black bandana over the face, holdin the tec Don't worry told ya it'd be over in a sec When you catch this whole round in your shoulder and your neck [Hook] (Keep bangin!) You ain't a murderer, you ain't a thug, you ain't a burglar What they call you? I never heard of ya You, probably a perjurer; you girl was at my show, now I'm hurtin her What they call you? I never heard of ya (Keep bangin!) You ain't a murderer, you ain't a thug, you ain't a burglar What they call you? I never heard of ya You, probably a perjurer; met you last week, my man was herbin ya What they call you? I never heard of ya (Keep bangin!) [Nems] When it's crunch time, n***as don't want mine I'm in a cla** by myself like the teacher during lunch time Take out your whole squad with one line Cause my n***as don't rap, but you can hear they gun rhyme Catch you by the knife, you won't make it to the sunshine Catch you by the light, steal your watch, take your son's shine n***as like you be callin up one time Youse a lil' n***a, I'll knock you out with a punch-line After that I'll hit yo' chick with the fatty In yo' crib wit'cho kid askin if I'm his daddy I told the lil' f*ggot "NAH, but a G is in the place" Rolled up the Garcia Vega, blew the weed all in his face I guess he caught a contact, pissin in his bed While his mother's in the next room, deliverin the head You the type of n***a that be snitchin to the feds Call my gun No. 2 cause it hits you with the lead [Hook] (Keep bangin!) You ain't a murderer, you ain't a thug, you ain't a burglar What they call you? I never heard of ya You, probably a perjurer; met your Mom Dukes and now I'm servin her What they call you? I never heard of ya (Keep bangin!) You ain't a murderer, you ain't a thug, you ain't a burglar What they call you? I never heard of ya You, probably a perjurer; you girl was at my show, now I'm hurtin her What they call you? I never heard of ya (Keep bangin!) [Nems] Keep bangin Motherf**in f** Your Life, n***a Murder festival, yeah Uh-huh (kee-kee-kee, keep bangin)

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