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A$AP Ferg - Let It Bang Lyrics

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A$AP Ferg - Let It Bang Lyrics
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[ Featuring ScHoolboy Q ]

Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
F*ck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream we got beef, he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance, of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
F*ck about family, where's my hundo
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep
Body niggas, I can do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma OD'ed
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the bitches all up off these streets
Wonder why you rubbin' up feet
If you got high off what I sold
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row
Big belly bottle, I could still get throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull

Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
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Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
F*ck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream we got beef, he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance, of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
F*ck about family, where's my hundo
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep
Body niggas, I can do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma OD'ed
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the bitches all up off these streets
Wonder why you rubbin' up feet
If you got high off what I sold
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row
Big belly bottle, I could still get throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull

Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: DAROLD FERGUSON, LEXUS LEWIS, QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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