Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Bang, artist - Problem. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bang Bang |
| What |
| See me myself |
| Let me up in it, bet I make the thing bang |
| Only time I’m really on the streets is when you hear me with the swag on it |
| You know I’m from the hood so I’m a always bang |
| I be at the studio |
| When it come to them streets (bang) |
| Oh I got some niggas that’ll go |
| Bang bang (Diamond Line) |
| Sippin on tequila with some senioritas |
| All these hoes ratchets but the actin like divas |
| Come through speedin, hoes all lookin |
| Boy watch yo threat, she will get yo life |
| Took them ghouls, ride like a roller bush, grey like a stroller |
| Cold as Minnesota, bitch hotter than Tacoma |
| Keep paper like 40, know I’m the same thing |
| Girl let me hit the thang thang, bet I make it bang |
| Bang |
| You know I’m out the hood, all my homies bang bang |
| You know how I do it, all my shit bang… bang bang |
| Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang |
| And when I’m up in it you know it’s gonna bang |
| I make that pussy go bang |
| She rode me like a train |
| I go crazy deep in it, insane |
| On mamas that bitch can’t hang |
| I beat like a case, squirt it in my face |
| She laugh when she did it until I swim in it |
| Looked her in her eye, gave her everything she needed |
| I call that thing kutra cause that pussy I defeated |
| Lucky lucky get, baby let me warn ya |
| I’m with that body like some shit straight off a porn hook |
| She lookin crazy but I’m runnin California |
| And Diamond Lane, bitch straight up haunt ya |
| Put that on yo kids, you didn’t run, lil mama she dumb |
| Told er sit on my face, better yet jump on his tongue |
| Got em crazy, he shady, is when they say what he done |
| Make that pussy gangbang, on the hood she the one |
| Bang |
| You know I’m out the hood, all my homies bang bang |
| You know how I do it, all my shit bang… bang bang |
| Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang |
| You know how I do it, all my bros bang |
| It’s a reason why they put me last |
| Prowling, riding shotgun, Bad Lucc on the gas |
| 4 pipes hanging out the ass |
| Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask |
| That’s the turf nigga, roll the grass |
| World star, knockout king, nigga fuck a pass |
| Unless you bang what I’m bangin |
| I’m reppin cities, put you in seaters, don’t look at my chain |
| I tell the waiter hurry up, them guns is various |
| Got my shooters in this bitch, niggas stiff curried up |
| The Golden State Warriors is back |
| Putting hoes in yo snapback, clack like that |
| You ain’t never met a motherfucker rap like that |
| Sold 12 million records, still strapped like that |
| And niggas say they want a problem in the back |
| Ye ain’t even know I had a problem in the back |
| Listen |
| Bang |
| You know I’m out the hood, all my homies bang bang |
| You know how I do it, all my shit bang… bang bang |
| Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang |
| You know how I do it, all my bros… |