Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baw Baw, artist - Fredo Bang. Album song Big Ape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bang Biz
Song language: English
Baw Baw |
That’s my shooter, I recruited him |
Glock-23, got two of them |
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) |
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him |
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off |
This shit is bang bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang |
Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name |
You can’t hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane |
We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause |
Bitch, I don’t need no aim, and we gon' knock a nigga off |
Say I been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat |
I keep my F&N, that’s my lie detector, I can smell rats |
It ain’t no help for him, y’all gon' die together, take a dirt nap |
That’s my shooter, I recruited him |
Glock-23, got two of them |
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) |
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him |
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off |
Yeah, burn him like a stripper, send a nigga to the doctor |
Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I say I got a chopper |
All my niggas killers, you can tell by they posture |
I’ma spill a nigga’s noodles like I waste a bowl of pasta |
Murder make me happy, told my mama not to judge me |
Keep a dirty Harry just in case you feeling lucky |
Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy |
Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly |
That’s my shooter, I recruited him |
Glock-23, got two of them |
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) |
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him |
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off |
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off |
808 Mafia |