Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Out, artist - Tyga. Album song Well Done 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Last Kings
Song language: English
Bang Out |
| Hold up, money talk so you know what? |
| Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz |
| Rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love |
| Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin' with no scrub |
| Niggas want connects, got no plugs |
| Nigga say they high, got no buzz |
| Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up |
| Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up |
| Went on a bang, Went on a bang |
| Bitches came for me and my nigga eazy |
| Threw that bitch out, got that ho one way |
| Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way |
| That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper |
| I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even |
| T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it |
| That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer |
| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out |
| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out |
| Make it rain even when it’s rained out |
| Turn up, bang out |
| Bang out, bang out |
| Turn up, b-bang out |
| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out |
| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out |
| Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it |
| Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing |
| Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin |
| Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper |
| The room, keep it |
| I fucked now I don’t need it |
| T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver |
| Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller |
| The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er |
| Then they act up, call the backup |
| Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered |
| Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up |
| Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up |
| Yea, bitin on er ear |
| Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir |
| I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared |
| Closet full of straps and the condom right here |
| What I got? |
| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out |
| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out |
| Make it rain even when it’s rained out |
| Turn up, bang out |
| Bang out, bang out |
| Turn up, b-bang out |
| Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out |
| See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out |
| Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin |
| Never see me strollin, 40's I be holdinGirls in the daisies, drive easy crazy |
| Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC |
| Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin |
| Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin |
| My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk |
| You can call it what you want |
| Either way the shit bump |
| I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up |
| I’mma put these things on you and never let up |
| See my mama, she was home when I was born |
| Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born |
| But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die |
| I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide |
| Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit |
| I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip |
| A bitch is a bitch |
| So if I’m poor or rich |
| I talk in the exact same pitch |
| Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women |
| But all women have a little bitch in em |