Bang

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Bang Bang Bang
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It's crazy but lately I've been feeling hazy
Am I off my game or just paranoid maybe
OG told me I better smarten up
So I stacked my money
I copped a pole then I switched it up
Roll the piff up
You got the spliff or what?
And she gon' give it up
If she hits the blunt
Then I'ma send her up to heaven yup
I'm in her guts
I feel her butt
I feel her but
She's a motherfucking weirdo
Ha ha
I'm the only thing that's real to her
I fuck her good she gets spiritual
I don't mean to ridicule
I make music and I give it to you
I give it to you
Yeah baby I give it to you
I'm on some shrooms
Let's just feel the vibes and fornicate
If I have to buy your love I'ma invest in real estate
Then she walked in the room with a straw and a dinner plate
Ha
That's that cocaine
Blow back like propane
Putting her old tracks in
Yeah we call that Soul Train

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Bang Bang Bang
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Bang Bang Bang
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Bang Bang Bang
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Bang Bang Bang

Now every time you call I'ma pull up yeah
She working to the beat look at that move right there
These other mommies really just do not compare
I grab that ass
I smack that ass
And say woo Ric Flair
Okay now hold up wait a minute
Me and shorty living
Just hit me with the addy
Then me and shorty dipping
Just tell me what you're sipping
We making poor decisions tonight
Ain't nobody gripping
'Cause ain't nobody going to fight
And I'm on right?
Yes I'm all right
I got two bi bitches
I'm talking all night
No blonde dykes
Just some black and red bones that want my Klondike
Now tell me what would you do for the creamy white
She jumped me on site
And then she got the pipe

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Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Bang Bang Bang
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Bang Bang Bang
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Bang Bang Bang
Aye Aye Aye Aye
Bang Bang Bang



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Writer(s): Jordan Stanford
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