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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tank and the Bangas
Tank and the Bangas
Performer
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Vocals
Tarriona 'Tank' Ball
Tarriona 'Tank' Ball
Vocals
Joe Johnson III
Joe Johnson III
Keyboards
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Percussion
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Keyboards
Norman Spence
Norman Spence
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarriona 'Tank' Ball
Tarriona 'Tank' Ball
Composer
Joe Johnson III
Joe Johnson III
Composer
Norman Spence II
Norman Spence II
Composer
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Composer
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Composer
Peter CottonTale
Peter CottonTale
Composer
Freddie Ross, Jr
Freddie Ross, Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mason Bonner
Mason Bonner
Mixing Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Peter CottonTale
Peter CottonTale
Producer

Lyrics

What? Maintain that beat hoe Oh, let's go, uh Big ass, big mouth, big bands, big house Everything I do is big Chillin' at Big Freedia house All I drop is big shit Toilet bowls need cleaning out I pull up in that black thing I do a set I roll out big bank, Big Tank Bang Bang shots out All of y'all can eat this up Like black folk at the cook out Thick and pretty from the South Money chasing, fuck the clout (c'mon, c'mon) Settle down children Before I bring my paddle out I got the juice to make the girls wanna move I got the juice to make the girls wanna move I got the juice to make I got the juice to make I got the juice to make the girls wanna move Bodies on the floor Percolating to the flow Gettin' loose, sweating hoops Now ya earrings on the floor Bodies on the floor Percolating to the flow Gettin' loose, sweating hoops Now ya earrings on the floor You know how the story goes I am all they talk about Tarion Balls, big balls 'cause I ball out Ya clout chase for big weight I'm sniffing all you hoes out MC Hammer time I'm about to bring the hammer out Everybody get up in a circle, take ya weave out This the type of beat that lock ya knees and push ya back out Baby phat in fatty jeans, baby face, no lace out Baby bangs, my lace out Them credit cards is maxed out We get a flat and change the drop It's effortless, no comparison Bitch I'm killin' it I'm moving up like the Jeffersons (Let's go) I got the juice to make the girls wanna move I got the juice to make the girls wanna move I got the juice to make I got the juice to make I got the juice to make the girls wanna move Bodies on the floor Percolating to the flow Gettin' loose, sweating hoops Now ya earrings on the floor, hoe Bodies on the floor Percolating to the flow Gettin' loose, sweating hoops Now ya earrings on the floor, hoe
Writer(s): Freddie Ross, Joe Johnson, Tarriona Ball, Joshua Johnson, Albert Allenback, Norman Spence, Peter Wilkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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