| Uh, uh, uh
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| Trauma Tone
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| Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
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| You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
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| Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
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| I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
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| Did this song, we didn’t group up with the head on
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| New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
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| You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
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| Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murked 'em then we spin off
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| We gon' ride on a nigga, we gon' slide (We gon' slide)
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| Jump out, five of them niggas, homicide (Oh, oh)
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| She got tired of them niggas, she was smart (She was smart)
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| I had to hide all them niggas, they was hot (Oh, oh)
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| Oh, I knocked her out the park, it was a curve too (Woah)
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| I mix that Off-White with Louis just like Virgil do (Just like Virgil)
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| I’m insane, lil' nigga, I will murder you (Oh yeah)
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| Who these lame lil' niggas? |
| I never heard of you (Never heard of you)
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| Got your bitch, yeah, Audemar my wrist, yeah (Check out my wrist)
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| I got brick fare, woo, I think I’m Ric Flair (Woo, woo)
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| Take a trip with a baddie, quick dip, yeah (Quick dip)
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| A nigga snitch, gotta put him in a ditch, yeah (Yeah)
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| Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
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| You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
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| Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
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| I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
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| Did this song, we didn’t group up with the head on
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| New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
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| You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
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| Bang bang, murked 'em then we spin off
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| These niggas ain’t hard as they speak
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| Left shots from the yard to the streets
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| These niggas facecard say deceased
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| If he play, put that boy underneath
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| I pray for my deacon, stand up and I preach
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| I’m preferring that chopper whenever I preach
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| Had to run up a sack, I ain’t never gon' leech
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| Put Off-White on my back and Dior on my sneaks
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| When you talkin' that boy, we serve it better
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| Thirty hang out that pole, beyond steppers
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| We be stretchin' that dope for non-helpers
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| Every day we gon' roll, we all felons
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| Shawty a fool, admit that shit pressure
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| She sellin' them arms off her own celly
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| In the cell we don’t crack, ain’t nobody tellin'
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| I’ma rip me an app, put it up, I bet it
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| On the stage for that bag, ain’t nobody smilin'
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| I got choppers and masses, you get the message
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| When they try to get to me, I up and pop it
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| They say shit to get to me, I never let it
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| That shawty so bad, I’ma beat her body
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| Thirteen grand on a bracelet, it cost eleven
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| Niggas bitches, they talkin' too much, I’m steppin'
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| Everybody around me, they strapped and ready, gang
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| Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
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| You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
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| Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
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| I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
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| Did this song, we didn’t group up with the head on
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| New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
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| You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
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| Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murk 'em then we spin off |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Bang, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song Covered N Blood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп