Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Bang My Line, artist - Pouya. Date of issue: 28.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Bang My Line |
| MTM, hit 'em with the heat |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |
| Swervin', bendin' corners with no purpose to my life |
| I got no permit but I’m workin' on my new mixtape tonight |
| Now that my chain hang low, now that my neck so froze |
| Baby, I can be your Savage, you can be my Rose, yuh |
| Most of the underground rappers you fuck with today gotta pay they respect to me |
| Lately been feelin' like I was vital aspect |
| A reason that these rappers breathin' |
| Leave 'em on the cement leakin' at my leisure |
| Baby Bone, I ain’t never been a ho |
| Pussyboy, you ain’t got nine lives |
| 5'5, got a .9, gotta let 'em hoes fly |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |
| Alison, Valerie, all my bitches know |
| Tryna kill for the set, I got stitches now |
| Watch me walk, do your kindness, you can’t track me down |
| Leave your life up on the floor, no, we don’t make a sound |
| I can’t do this shit, my mind is losin' all its presence |
| Don’t leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants |
| I don’t got no frame |
| White bitch sniff cocaine |
| Thirteen diamond chains |
| Old bitch said I’m not the same |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |
| Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch |
| Grip on the nine and run me a route |
| FLA banging out my mouth |
| Down south boy never been in no drought |
| Get wet, sit back, baby, don’t be loud |
| Don’t bang my line, never been my style |
| Guess we 'bout to find out |
| Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile |