Waka Flocka Flame - Bang (featuring YG Hootie & Slim Dunkin)(Prod. By Lex Luger, Tay Beat) | Текст песни

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• Waka Flocka Flame
• Bang (featuring YG Hootie & Slim Dunkin)(Prod. By Lex Luger, Tay Beat)

Pow x5
Lex
Lex we in this bitch throwing gang sign, bang
Brick x8
Bricksquad bricksquad

[Hook x4]
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
We in this bitch throwin' gang signs, man!

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
B-L-Double O-D, right-side flag
Nigga know me, I'm green flag
Bitch, that's Grove Street
Squeeze on my trigger till my gun OD
Ride on my enemies, nigga just in to me
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icey like me
RIP to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
Can't no nigga play me
Up [?] like some rabies
Got the hood like Flock-crazy
I'll paint your whole town red (Soo Woo)
Make your little brother scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
Make your little sister scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
Me and YG Hootie-Hoo (Boppin!)
Frenchie, Juice, Man, Guc' (Ooh)
Bet them boys gon' shoot (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Slim Dunk Cap and Kebo
Gon' shoot for Freak 'em Free Throws
Free my nigga T-Bone (T-Bone!)
I punch a nigga like I'm D-Bo (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Waka Flocka Flame, pussy nigga what's banging? (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
In the club throwing up signs, right hanging (Flocka!)

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: YG Hooti]
Ride on my enemies, throw 'em off in the C
Know a lot of niggas really dream about gettin' me
Ride on with niggas with the West Side, though
I ain't fucking with you if you acting all 50
? in Tennessee
Keep me a mini choppa, flamed up
Me and Flocka West Side
My casa, I run
My house, my turf like the ?
West side fucking with the Down South
Red flags all at my shows
Used to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put 'em all on fo's
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie ?
Flip that pack, still grind some mo'
I love my hood and I love ?
I feed my hood with a spoon and fork
Fuck with me, you gon' eat. Let's go!
Go against me, I'mma slit your throat
Get a rap check, buy weed, buy coke
I make shit pop in the deuce and the ?
I'm the king around here, that's how shit go, nigga

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin']
Nigga, hold up, don't act like you know me
Just cause you Blood don't make you my homie
Fuck what you claiming, your clique probably phony
Real mob shit, nigga you can call me Tony
Nigga, I'm a shooter. Gon' get your ass shot
Wak shoot for Guc', Dunk shoot for Flock
Nigga I'mma bang roulette till ?
Wrong gang sign, nigga, palm that back
Whole clique goons, don't know how to act
? got the Ruger, Ted got the mac
Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
Hold on, DJ, bring that back
Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
Shit, yeah, I told that nigga hold that
Knocked out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check ?
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin', but, nah, I ain't a Hooper
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin', but, nah, I ain't a Hooper

[Hook x4]

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