Bang歌词

作词 : Pankey Jr, Peter
作曲 : Pankey Jr, Peter
I put the kush in the stogie yeah
I put the Bentley in Drive
I'm pulling out the garage
And thanking God I'm alive
I've been through so much sh*t
Been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time but dawg
I ain't going back
These n**gas fake and they phony
The paparazzi wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchy
They should have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Rich Homie
I'm in the A with 2Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother
It's YMCM Rich Gang
Now tell them n**gas line up
I tell them n**gas time up
This KTZ gon'stand out it's clear
I don't give a ****
In my closet I eat you up
My fashion ill -no duh
My whip game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all n**gas thought I lost it I'm awesome
I just took a break to teach a young ni**a how to boss it
Like when KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they both started ballin'
Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Let me take a break
Let me catch my breath
Rolling with the Birdman homie
It's YM over everything
Ni**a I don't need nothing else
It's Lil Twist ni**a I'm checked in
I ****ed home girl and her best friend
You don't wanna miss out on your blessing
Got the d**e d**k and I use it as a weapon
I just
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Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan Michael Tyson
Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just drop my ****ing tape and **** around
It might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies
Fill my double cup with ether
Got the same buzz as n**gas with an album off of features
See I'm doing it again got a tool in the timbs
Now the rules gotta bend
No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in
Because n**gas wanna flex but they really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him him **** it and him
All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching ching
Got a best friend and the best friend got a twin
Gotta fit 'em all in now that's a win win win win
The room's spinning cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen
They're gang related
I said I like the way she dance
She like the way I made it
**** me without paying the rent
Imagine if I paid it
I owe you one girl
I owe you one's
Money always been the main attraction
Homie told me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused
I just hate to get disturbed
I'm busy making millions and she just started laughing
So you know I had to
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When I'm mad is when I don't even wana mask on
War paint like a baboon and my ***** got a red a**on
Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly I'm ma get my blast on
To the face of a **** ni**a trying to **** with us
Think they can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazing I mack on play brave and get back home
With them AK's crack arms with a straight face that calm
And I fain gaze and attack on with a straight razor in that palm
That palm
Any ni**a want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rolling and rocking with it
I got a ni**a showing and popping picking and going
Packing a fight everybody hit the floor
He shot the men and boom
Pall bearers cold moms militia all Bishop's O-Dawg's
You should've drove off hitting on *****es and poor dogs
Looking the nose off looking like I'm flicking the stove off
When I'm kicking the stove off kicking the doors off
Everybody hit the deck still bodies get thrown off
Say making a remarkable pay
Meeting grandpa at a doc or a bay
Bad ***** hide the grippers I may
****ing killing unbook come the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken they plot him hopping the gate
If you get to trippin'then you get shot in the face
You ain't got the ***** in the kitchen popping the safe
Sorry to say no eye witness you finish you gotta bang
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