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Banging Flake

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Banging Flake è stato pubblicato il 4 luglio 2019 da SOFU come parte dell'album Banging Flake - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumBanging Flake - Single

Data di uscita4 luglio 2019

EtichettaSOFU

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM100

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zaen Lawrence

Songwriter

Testi

All my **** send texts like "Banging flake, on till late"

Gun finger pose, you can't watch this face

My boyo, no he ain't on no diet

But man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight

That's banging flake, on till late

Trap boy dreams lad, watch this space

Whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain

Rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains

But I need hella freak hoes

Ones that are spicy like jalapenos

See me in Nike's, not Valentino's

I told her I'm the man, ask her man because even he knows

We are not to fuck with, I don't know what love is

Bewers with a smelly fanny are not to be trusted

Fam I'm all about personal hygiene

Not a man in your gang could do dirt on my team

That's gospel, my **** look like the man from Hostel

They're on fuckery with cutlery

Don't tell me what it is, tell me what it's gonna be

I be in the T, you man have got a cup of it

Your gyal said I'm too full of myself

But funnily, half an hour later she were full of me

If her hair's real then I'm gonna pull on it

And if her face has lip filler, I'ma cum on it

But I look like my dad so much

I stare in the mirror and think my reflection's gonna leave me

My heart's all froze, stone cold like Steve's is

Bag full of B and it's looking like Cleveland

The other, that's Peter, pure cocaine

Your ex man's a waste, he an't caught no case

When I blow, before I go to a show I'll get my beer

Make her jam at home, buss down quartz, don't wait fam

Inshallah, I was so high I thought I seen Allah

I was so high I thought I seen Jesus

Paranoid, thinking that I seen a Beema

All blacked out like I did a creeper, for Pete's sake

Punctual for C on his release date, I need cake

I don't need mates, I cheat fate

My **** heat flake, now they're tagging a teammate

Cause I'd give all four of my limbs

Just to bring my **** Tyree back home for his kids

Your gang talk like they're the man but I'm actually him

My bitch's back's so big that she looks fat when she's slim

But see your girl, I take back out of her

Man talk shit till I back out the ah

Fam free all them man till they're back out

My **** dish crack out, tryna make it out the trap house, bagging out

Banging flake, on till late

Gun finger pose, you can't watch this face

My boyo, no he ain't on no diet

But man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight

That's banging flake, on till late

Trap boy dreams lad, watch this space

Whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain

Rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains

That's banging flake, on till late

Gun finger pose, you can't watch this face

My boyo, no he ain't on no diet

But man wanna try it so you know he gotta watch his weight

That's banging flake, on till late

Trap boy dreams lad, watch this space

Whatever the weather, they got rocks in rain

Rock star lifestyle, rocks in chains

Written by: Zaen Lawrence

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