Bang My Line Songtext
von RJMrLA
Bang My Line Songtext
I′m tryna smoke and get some head (Both)
Give your girl good dick, make her piss her bed
She get you hook up in that water, watch her fish her man
She switchin' hands, go hibachi like she Ms. Japan
I′m switchin' Lams, switch the Rovers out in Switzerland
They roll over and retire like it's Michelin
You know me, I′m OT with the bitch again
She OD about the D like it′s Michigan
Spread limbs with my trees, ain't no keys on my keys
Had them twins doing threes, fucking friends and enemies
My pants from Italy, ayy, bands on guillotine, ayy
Twins from Sicily, got plans to hit a beat
They been running through these rappers like it′s hip-hop
They said all lives matter, I said, "Bitch, stop"
Just liplock 'till your panties get that drip spot
I just fucked they monkey ass in Bape flip flops
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, ah, pay me to show up
You not a man, you′d go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)
You gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you′d go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (O.T.)
You ain′t gotta bang my line
Oh, wait
Don't call my phone, don′t text me, bitch (Yeah)
All this ice on me, Wayne Gretzkey, bitch (Ah)
Runnin' ′round town, yeah, you know you a ho
You done fucked every nigga, now you calling 'em bro
Yeah, you look good, baby, but you ain't shit
Should′ve been a baseball ′cause you do get hit
You a plan B, Plan A ain't fittin′ you right
Speaking of Plan B, that's what you took last night (Ugh)
You gon′ need a oil change on that broke ass Benz
Told you 'bout hanging with your broke ass friends
Ain′t gon' never be a main, you ain't stable
You a side piece and you at another nigga table
Nobody picking up, bitch, don′t hit me
You done got everybody, you ain′t gon' get me
It′s some shit that you just don't get
You should′ve been in gymnastics, you a flip
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, ah, pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)
You gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Give your girl good dick, make her piss her bed
She get you hook up in that water, watch her fish her man
She switchin' hands, go hibachi like she Ms. Japan
I′m switchin' Lams, switch the Rovers out in Switzerland
They roll over and retire like it's Michelin
You know me, I′m OT with the bitch again
She OD about the D like it′s Michigan
Spread limbs with my trees, ain't no keys on my keys
Had them twins doing threes, fucking friends and enemies
My pants from Italy, ayy, bands on guillotine, ayy
Twins from Sicily, got plans to hit a beat
They been running through these rappers like it′s hip-hop
They said all lives matter, I said, "Bitch, stop"
Just liplock 'till your panties get that drip spot
I just fucked they monkey ass in Bape flip flops
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, ah, pay me to show up
You not a man, you′d go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)
You gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you′d go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (O.T.)
You ain′t gotta bang my line
Oh, wait
Don't call my phone, don′t text me, bitch (Yeah)
All this ice on me, Wayne Gretzkey, bitch (Ah)
Runnin' ′round town, yeah, you know you a ho
You done fucked every nigga, now you calling 'em bro
Yeah, you look good, baby, but you ain't shit
Should′ve been a baseball ′cause you do get hit
You a plan B, Plan A ain't fittin′ you right
Speaking of Plan B, that's what you took last night (Ugh)
You gon′ need a oil change on that broke ass Benz
Told you 'bout hanging with your broke ass friends
Ain′t gon' never be a main, you ain't stable
You a side piece and you at another nigga table
Nobody picking up, bitch, don′t hit me
You done got everybody, you ain′t gon' get me
It′s some shit that you just don't get
You should′ve been in gymnastics, you a flip
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, ah, pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain′t gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)
You gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don′t bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Writer(s): Damien Taylor, Odis Flores, Rodney Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com