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Bang
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Bang è stato pubblicato il 10 aprile 2020 da Falling Up Entertainment come parte dell'album Bang - Single
10 aprile 2020
EtichettaFalling Up Entertainment
LinguaEnglish
BPM89
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
First off, motherfuck a Libra
Me and Mike P poppin' E in Ibiza
Fuck with me, please, I don't need ya, I'll bleed ya
Slice down the center like a Caesar
Bling, bling, on your back porch with that heat, bruh
Head between the concrete and a cleat, FIFA
Heat seekers couldn't hit you and your clique, no shittin'
Check my body, ain't no bitch bone in it
I don't get no women, I'm a big-nosed villain
I ain't piss poor, why they steady pissed, bro?
Winning, huh
Ridin' on a cruise like I'm Nicole Kidman
I just shit gold, maybe why the kid don't fit in
[Verse 2]
What's up? Check your flip phone
If you really tryna chase the paper and the bitches, homie, then go get it
I just kick flows, I don't really spit no writtens
I was chillin' in the studie with like six grown women
With the way I'm livin', I might fuck around and drop before this song
If he talk shit, then he gettin' dropped before tomorrow, ay
I don't beef a lot, but when I do, it's raw, ay
I only break the law if it's a stupid law, ay
I don't kid a lot, but she gon' swallow mine
Touch my broccoli, I turn to Columbine
I don't got no heat, but shit, I got some ice
She be all on me, so now I gotta pipe
[Verse 3]
We on the block when you hear that bang, bang, bang
We at the top, you gon' know the name, name, name
She wanna ball, tell her do her thing, thing, thing
Fuck 'em all, let it go, and bang, bang, bang
[Verse 4]
We on the block when you hear that bang, bang, bang
We at the top, you gon' know the name, name, name
She wanna ball, tell her do her thing, thing, thing
Fuck 'em all, let it go, and bang, bang, bang
[Verse 5]
All of my life, I had to grind
Go and find the next totem pole to climb
Roll the dice, felt my soul was in a bind
And ever since, my providence been so divine
I manifest this like God was tappin' into my network
I came from all the sidelines and the bench first
Now these hoes callin' my lines tryna get work
You want a ride? I told 'em gotta give me neck first
[Verse 6]
They want a set, I tell a motherfucker, gimme the check first
Call the feds, I'm out this bitch like Waldo with the sweater
Off the meds 'cause all you bitches gotta make my head hurt
Cop the Tesla, drive it by the hoes I was in debt to
Pause for a minute, gotta call for a minute about what's my next venture
All the percentage, and all independent, my squad stay with a leg up
All of us winnin', they steady pretendin', like why y'all playin' dress up?
Body a bitch, get a cross to the chin if you talkin' on him
I ain't gotta convince anybody that I be slaughterin' shit
Pretty boy, but you know I got a big dick
Pity for the hoes that ain't hoppin' on it
Fifty for the show, put it all in my fit
Hop on the stage, then I hop in a whip
Not with the fakin', I want it legit
Moppin' the haters, yeah, all of 'em slipped
God, I'm amazing, I'm honestly takin' a spot as the greatest
And no one can tell me I'm wrong
All of these songs that I'm makin' are modifcatin'
On how they be makin' they songs
I leave a mark on the pavement, but they be complacent
And never gon' make it for long
It ain't the fame or the ladies I'm chasin'
It's makin' a legacy that I want, okay
[Verse 7]
We on the block when you hear that bang, bang, bang
We at the top, you gon' know the name, name, name
She wanna ball, tell her do her thing, thing, thing
Fuck 'em all, let it go, and bang, bang, bang
[Verse 8]
We on the block when you hear that bang, bang, bang
We at the top, you gon' know the name, name, name
She wanna ball, tell her do her thing, thing, thing
Fuck 'em all, let it go, and bang, bang, bang
Written by: Ethan Shanker, Joseph J. Grado, Nicholas Wille
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