Bang Songtext
von Obie Trice
Bang Songtext
Oh oh, second album out the stable
No worries bout the paper, I ain′t getting breaked though
All about this payroll, PME is the label
Poppin out of flyshit, we ain't caring what they do
Handful of bitches, hambo glistens
She wanna orally inherit little niggas
I′m in the lair, in the air with yo missus
It's the Trice Gang, you know we about to Bang!
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Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
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Got the flame, young boy done fried up
Got them thing Jung boy, we about up
Long as them feds ain′t got you niggas wired up
Cooperation with them people got you tied up
Literally tied up, Rocky in the cup
Me in the club, nigga turning shit up
Spend a few dollars long as lil mama swallows
I bet that yall know what follows, bang!
My niggas getting a bill against the law, D boys
Who give a shit? We got legitimate decoys
We in this bitch like a fetal position
Don′t let the heat come cohetion
When yo piece end up missin
Know that she in submission, on her knees in the kitchen
Forget for me sinning law, her man she be kissing
Put the key in ignition, she believe in my engine
But she speak about leavin, I might just turn up the system
()
Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
()
We ain′t worried bout money, we getting ours up
Trice party at 40, we tear them bars up
With local broads, afterhours involves us
Yall can have em tomorrow dawg, we all left
The next city, she wanna connect with me
Correction, she wanna put stress on the neck simply
Hit me on the text, meet right up at yo exit
Guess your girls get naked
You stretch things when dog putting this thing on it
King's cheap coming back, putting cream on it
It tastes good ′cause taste buds cling on it
The American Dream – get money
See us coming, faces turn ugly
I don't let it bug me, you′re still my little buddy
Steel, niggas turn heel
Still reveal, you're here in feel
Bang!
()
Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
No worries bout the paper, I ain′t getting breaked though
All about this payroll, PME is the label
Poppin out of flyshit, we ain't caring what they do
Handful of bitches, hambo glistens
She wanna orally inherit little niggas
I′m in the lair, in the air with yo missus
It's the Trice Gang, you know we about to Bang!
()
Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
()
Got the flame, young boy done fried up
Got them thing Jung boy, we about up
Long as them feds ain′t got you niggas wired up
Cooperation with them people got you tied up
Literally tied up, Rocky in the cup
Me in the club, nigga turning shit up
Spend a few dollars long as lil mama swallows
I bet that yall know what follows, bang!
My niggas getting a bill against the law, D boys
Who give a shit? We got legitimate decoys
We in this bitch like a fetal position
Don′t let the heat come cohetion
When yo piece end up missin
Know that she in submission, on her knees in the kitchen
Forget for me sinning law, her man she be kissing
Put the key in ignition, she believe in my engine
But she speak about leavin, I might just turn up the system
()
Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
()
We ain′t worried bout money, we getting ours up
Trice party at 40, we tear them bars up
With local broads, afterhours involves us
Yall can have em tomorrow dawg, we all left
The next city, she wanna connect with me
Correction, she wanna put stress on the neck simply
Hit me on the text, meet right up at yo exit
Guess your girls get naked
You stretch things when dog putting this thing on it
King's cheap coming back, putting cream on it
It tastes good ′cause taste buds cling on it
The American Dream – get money
See us coming, faces turn ugly
I don't let it bug me, you′re still my little buddy
Steel, niggas turn heel
Still reveal, you're here in feel
Bang!
()
Uh, OG up in this motherfucker
Uh, OB up in this motherfucker
Uh, we got that heat up in this motherfucker
Get up out yo lane, just know it's about bang!
Writer(s): Obie Trice, Marcus Jamal Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
