Correction Lyrics Banger by Soldier Kidd

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B*t*h you ain't gotta tweak 'cause you anorexic
And I just play with green 'cause I don't ever listen
Con so cutthroat, I shoot them people's children
And I swear the Henny goin' straight to my kidney
I would dap you up but I ain't even more friendly
And I f**ked all her friends so I guess I'm pimpin'
She can tell when I talk that I'm 'bout a million
I ain't got no feelings, 'cause I, I ain't dealin'
Started learnin' 'bout this sh*t and I went to stealin'
Remember life so cold and my soul chillin'
You can see I'm on the road but I'm really drillin'
You can call me Soldier Trump, livin' like a Clinton
Without secret service, bought an extra clip in it
I don't care about a rule, I say f**k security
If I say I'ma do it, I'ma do it literally
Swimmin' in the money pool, yeah I do it literally

I'm a banger, I'ma bang her
B*t*h you don't even know me, you a stranger
N***a put his life in danger
Car pull up to his city, I'm famous
I'm a banger, I'ma bang her
B*t*h you don't even know me, you a stranger
N***a put his life in danger
Car pull up to his city, I'm famous
Drop bands in the pot, get it right back
He ain't try me like a b*t*h 'cause I ain't havin' that
I'm so hungry, eatin' bands, that's my appett**e
You would think I'm on a plane how I took flight
Tote guns, tote poles, n***a at night
Smokin' OG, gotta get my mind right
I'm a young street n***a, I ain't famous
You know I keep a nine with a laser
Keep it a hundred with my n***as, can't change up
Big blue hundreds, gotta add it up
N***a I was f**ked up then I came up
Ridin' with a f**k n***a, get your K stuck
Extra grams in the bowl, gotta scrape it up
B*t*h I'm from the North where it get dangerous
Pull up to your city with a banger
B*t*h I got a check, n***a run it up

I'm a banger, I'ma bang her
B*t*h you don't even know me, you a stranger
N***a put his life in danger
Car pull up to his city, I'm famous
I'm a banger, I'ma bang her
B*t*h you don't even know me, you a stranger
N***a put his life in danger
Car pull up to his city, I'm famous
Car pull up to his city, I'm here (I'm back)
Why I see a jit in the mirror (who's that?)
Put a couple shots in your rear (hit back)
Got a new stolo with gears, damn
A n***a shine like a chandelier, yeah
Baby I'm the jit of the year, yeah
Baby come here, come spend it like Sears
I ain't never had fear, I don't need to shed tears, damn
I just lost my top and I poured a four up
And I'm waitin' at the drop with a big boy Glock
I'll take him out his socks, boy you know I just saw
Girl you know I'm too raw, I don't even got a car
I just got a drop, like candy soda, boy you know I'm gon' pop
Puttin' on the block 'til I made that b*t*h hot
Bring that fire to your door, I'ma let that b*t*h knock
I don't even got a car

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