Hope wright - Girls with Guns lyrics

Let it bang (x3) Let it bang (x3) Let it bang (x3) Let it bang (x3) Hey lil' momma Banger banger banger Threads right of of the hanger That bih right. that bih right. Thank ya Who that talking...? Figured be a nobody Triggered like a somebody Got up in they soul prolly Girls with guns Girls with guns Girls with guns Girls with guns Girls with guns Girls with guns Oh so fun If she feel you feel a way about me, that ass might get hung My mic hung. Let her talk her sh*t, on my dick - that bih sung Let it bang - Let it bang - Let it bang That’s buh buh buh buh bae b*tches love to run they face Hoochies with straps, out the way Ladies lamas in ya face Buckshot b*tches, back shot day Princess let her pistol pop Trina let her trigger spray Ok- Okay, I do my thang My GOD dad was pity tang Uncle Snoop taught everything Cousin Pac showed everything Brother Nip gave everything All my hoes float on anything I go hard on every- Let it bang