Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Bangin, artist - Promoe. Album song Run Deep, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Still Bangin |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| Change this style up |
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up |
| You’re still the dick rider |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, whatever |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| To be continued… dot, dot, dot |
| I’m still banging |
| Man I been leading the pack since Modern Day City Symphony |
| And ever since mother fuckers been telling me (what) |
| To bring it back to Modern Day City Symphony |
| Like they trying to stifle my creativity |
| I’m an artist, go ahead, consume my energy |
| But don’t tell me where I should or I shouldn’t be |
| Truthfully… I'm so ahead of shit |
| Already eating lunch while you’re skipping breakfast |
| Then… you would think I’m on Asia time |
| In the present, study the wisdom from ancient times |
| Know them by heart, don’t rearrange the lines |
| Through the most deranged of minds |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, I (Yeah) |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| Change this style up |
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up |
| You’re still the dick rider |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, whatever |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| To be continued… dot, dot, dot |
| I’m still banging |
| Dread, sucking like an octopus |
| Electric eels, you’re wondering what shocked you, cuz |
| Beard’s so long that I am stepping on it |
| Looking like a biker but no weapon on me |
| Fuck your fashion tip, I ain’t ask for shit |
| Fuck a fascist cop, with a badge and stick |
| Always singling me out for questioning |
| If I did something well arrest me then |
| What we should be doing is impeach the president |
| 'Cause you can’t stop my thoughts, arrest my brain |
| Never in my life walk with the rest of them |
| No soul, no vision… brain caught fishing |
| I play in my own division |
| «I miss the old Looptroop»…stop bitching |
| Suck my dick later if you will |
| I’m sick like a dictator, Kim Jong-il |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, I (Yeah) |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| Change this style up |
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up |
| You’re still the dick rider |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, whatever |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| To be continued… dot, dot, dot |
| I’m still banging |
| Fucking with the Looptroop, is what they call a lose-lose situation |
| Crews lose occupation |
| Still banging bass drum, knock your face in |
| Keep competition so close, I could taste 'em |
| And they soft and sweet |
| Nowadays they don’t write, they tweet |
| They create a minimal, they’re criticizing me |
| And instantly revoke their very right to speak |
| So stick to the partying and bullshitting |
| This here for the hard working, true spitting |
| Y’all ain’t really willing to war |
| And those who were, they ain’t even breathing no more |
| Sniffing the coke, like your nose… the floor |
| Right there, I snatch the key to the door |
| Didn’t let me in before, so to even the score |
| I’m a grab a life-time achievement award |
| And I’m out |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, I (Yeah) |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| Change the style up |
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up |
| You’re still the dick rider |
| Promoe |
| Still the illest, whatever |
| Move… move…move the Crowd |
| To be continued… dot, dot, dot |
| I’m still banging |