Dbangz

Here We Go Again

by Dbangz

[Intro]
(Dbangz can you eat my ass?)
This is for all you hating' n*ggas who said I couldn't spit a couple bars on the mic

[Verse 1]
Kick a n*gga down like a motherf*ckin' soccer practice
Got these pricks on my back, like I just got off a cactus
Blow a n*gga down, spark it, lift it, light it, pass it, burn it
Make em flee with the tips like an active furnace
Dbangz
But I'm that n*gga right? With his clothes with a crease that's sweeter than a swisher type (True)
Im sorry man, but ain't nobody off the miller-lite
I pull more hoes than n*ggas fingers in a pistol fight (Damn)
I spit it quick cause little n*gga must a' missed it
I f*cked it up, ran it back, and did it cause Im optimistic (Wow)
She popped me in the eye, grabbed her thigh and touched her biscuit
I wanna drink ya fries Ill get it with a side a' triplets (Dbangz)
Im your rappers favorite rapper look at my statistics
Bars go over your head
These rhymes will leave you igless
Eat a rappers soul like I'm at a f*cking picnic
Have a n*gga askin' "God he ain't a f*cking christian"
All you n*ggas fly, but you smell like some musty pidgeons
(n*gga spits quicker than b*tch n*ggas when busta did it)

[Verse 2]
(Dbangz)
(Wow)
Get on my DM Im talking to b*tches
But you want your soul to know Im on a mission
Pull up to yo crib and get f*cked in the kitchen
If yo house invite me for that booty jiggle uh
Get with a condom, pull out with a condom
Pull up to the skit everything is awesome
Dissin' yo hoe and Im dissin' yo vehicle
Pulled out my di*k and yo b*tch was unspeakable
Pull out my di*k and yo b*tch is unbeatable
Thousand of people this this in unbeatable
Just cause Im ignorant n*gga I'm lyrical
(Oh my god, he messed, he messed up, but he's the booty eating f*cking bandit so lets go)

[Verse 1 Again]
Kick a n*gga down like a motherf*ckin' soccer practice
Got these pricks on my back, like I just got off a cactus
Blow a n*gga down, spark it, lift it, light it, pass it, burn it
Make em flee with the tips like an active furnace
Dbangz
But I'm that n*gga right? With his clothes with a crease that's sweeter than a swisher type (True)
Im sorry man, but ain't nobody off the miller-lite
I pull more hoes than n*ggas fingers in a pistol fight

[Outro]
(Wow mommy, was that Dbangz? Can we play him again? Please mommy can we play him again? Please Dbangz!)

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