| Hold up, money talk so you know what?
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| Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz
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| Rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love
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| Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin' with no scrub
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| Niggas want connects, got no plugs
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| Nigga say they high, got no buzz
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| Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up
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| Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
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| Went on a bang, Went on a bang
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| Bitches came for me and my nigga eazy
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| Threw that bitch out, got that ho one way
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| Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way
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| That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
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| I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even
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| T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
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| That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer
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| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
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| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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| Make it rain even when it’s rained out
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| Turn up, bang out
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| Bang out, bang out
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| Turn up, b-bang out
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| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
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| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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| Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it
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| Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
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| Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin
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| Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
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| The room, keep it
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| I fucked now I don’t need it
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| T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
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| Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller
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| The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er
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| Then they act up, call the backup
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| Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
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| Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
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| Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up
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| Yea, bitin on er ear
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| Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
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| I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared
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| Closet full of straps and the condom right here
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| What I got?
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| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
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| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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| Make it rain even when it’s rained out
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| Turn up, bang out
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| Bang out, bang out
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| Turn up, b-bang out
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| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
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| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
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| Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
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| Never see me strollin, 40's I be holdinGirls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
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| Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
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| Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin
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| Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
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| My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
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| You can call it what you want
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| Either way the shit bump
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| I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
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| I’mma put these things on you and never let up
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| See my mama, she was home when I was born
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| Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born
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| But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die
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| I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
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| Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit
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| I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip
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| A bitch is a bitch
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| So if I’m poor or rich
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| I talk in the exact same pitch
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| Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women
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| But all women have a little bitch in em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang Out , by - Tyga. Song from the album Well Done 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп