Fredo Bang – Bang Man Lyrics

Fredo Bang – Bang Man ( Lyrics ) Letra Fredo Bang Fredo Bang – Bang Man ( Lyrics )

I ain’t never stood down, you hear me?
They be talkin’ bout they be looking for me (I’m the bangman)
Niggas know where to find me

Catch me in Miami with a bitch I met on OnlyFans
Hit her with that thuggin and now she lovin’ when I’m in her pants
Bang who? You better have your tool if I get up with you
Ask dumbway news
They’ll sell their soul for an interview
Damn shame, why bring up your name
And they don’t fuck with you
I’m the bangman
They wanna be like him, ain’t no notha you
Niggas talkin’ bout thirty, I know sixty
Free my youngin’ due
Mighta took some L’s
I bent them bitches into W’s
Real head bussa
I’ma badass like my cousin, boo
Red runna
I got blood stuck under my tennis shoes
Big cutta, woodgrain on it
Look like peanut butter
Switch on it, it go GRR-GRR
Call it big stutter
I stop shit
Head or the chest, I got options
Opp bitch
Took her uptown, now she a top bitch
She bumpin’ Latto
Say it’s on the flo’, I told her mop this
I love my bitches
Still wan’ fuck Glo Rilla cause I’m toxic

My old ladies
When y’all hear this song
I say sorry
Ain’t talk to Durk in a minute
But I still love my dawg, yeah
He know me
I’ll put a nigga ass to sleep
Like it’s time for bed
He ran his mouth
Shouldve used his legs
Now they got push his ass

I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Free Osama
He be really spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
Marijuana smoke up in the air
It won’t never land
Hit his block
He gon’ see a doctor just like bandman
Stop playin’
Why you say my name?
Bitch you been a fan
Twenty Fifteen
Used to have that glock up in my Robin jeans
Call me Stevie
Got niggas claimin they opps that I ain’t never seen
Miss me
I can’t give no broke niggas my energy
I say ain’t it mane
I’m good with all the killers up in Tennessee
Bend ya knees, arms left and right
Do the choppa dance
Always got my gun up in the club
I almost never dance
I seen his post
He called me out my name
He must be typin’ fast
I’m really like they daddy in my city
I put belt to ass

I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’m the bangman, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Bangman
These niggas know who I am (I’m the bangman)
Twenty Fifteen (I’m the bangman) Twenty Fourteen (I’m the bangman)
Our life nothing but the years (I’m the bangman)
(I’m the bangman)
Big gunpowder, ya heard me? (I’m the bangman)
I’m comin’ dolo in that fo-door (I’m the bangman)
Put ya soul up, nigga (I’m the bangman)

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