Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang Bang , by - Gudda Gudda. Song from the album Gudda Grindin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2012
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Bang Bang |
| Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off |
| Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off |
| I pop like a soda watch the can fall off |
| I can kill yall and yall boss |
| Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off |
| Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off |
| I pop like a soda watch the can fall off |
| I can kill yall and yall boss |
| Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum |
| You fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem |
| Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal |
| I say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter |
| We spray then leave |
| We play when we know |
| We play N. E |
| Doctor Carter are you the disease boy |
| Young money motherfucka deez theez boyz |
| Bitches you crazy |
| Weez retardz |
| Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj |
| Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah |
| Soulja boy on the beat |
| But you can call me chef boyardee |
| Cause ima heat this shit |
| And ima eat this shit |
| Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit |
| Then i flush and whipe my ass |
| Gun slinger like a pass |
| I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary |
| Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail |
| And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail |
| Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit |
| Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean |
| I ain’t on no other shit bitch im on some more shit |
| That hello how you doing i am at your front door shit |
| That aww naw he got a gun oh shit .shit…shit |
| (JAE MILLZS) |
| Okay its young money what you know bout it |
| The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it |
| And all that fronting shit nigga I don? |
| t know bout it |
| Call me master J bitch im so bout it even my hoe bout it |
| And don? |
| t doubt it cuz we both will be Angeline and Braden |
| Spazzin and blastin; |
| blastin and rat- a- tattin |
| And naw I don? |
| t cook em like potatoes I mash em |
| I don? |
| t give a fuck bout your money or your fashion |
| Shots through the window where your brand new astin? |
| You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin |
| Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin |
| No wheelchair just a two door long black wagon flowers on the side |
| And four wheels of steal. |
| I ain’t neva scared and I ain’t neva cared |
| So fuck what they doing over there. |
| im doin it here |
| You nothing like me fuck boy don? |
| t be outlandish |
| We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas |
| Sweet like fantas my blood is the same as bruce bantis that record on the |
| cameras |
| Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he ain’t got it |
| ???to clear for wayne that? |
| s a disadvantage |
| Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically I direct |
| thrillers call me john Landis |
| Nigha |
| (laughing) |
| Fuck that nigha in red jacket nigha |