Lyrics

We all know niggas that's hard At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin' You like, "Nigga, wait a minute, nigga You angry at breakfast, nigga? You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-" Stuck in this shit, my nigga Blood in, blood out Woo, woo, huh Life fucked up Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin' I'll bang 'til the banging's gone I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs I bang for the gangsta hoes I bang for Pasadena rose I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone I chose to bang when I R-A-P I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef I bang that heat, I bang for free I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea I put the B in B-A-N-G Been bangin' ever since a baby G Before I walked, I banged on my knees I'll bang with nines, I bang one time I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine I bang when I grind, I bang and shine I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers I bang baby mothers I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter From the City of Roses Where they go to bang, bang, bang From the top to the low end All we do is bang, bang, bang Come through hittin' corners All you hear is, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" For all my fallen soldiers We can go bang, bang, bang I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax I banged up my son so hard, he banged back In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts Love bangin' so much, this banger need help When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these I bang with ease when I'm off them trees I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake Bang, escape without a trace Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best If I don't bang, this banger don't rest A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin' I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin Bullshit ain't nothin' From the City of Roses Where they go to bang, bang, bang From the top to the low end All we do is bang, bang, bang Come through hittin' corners All you hear is, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" For all my fallen soldiers We can go bang, bang, bang I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter I bang to survive where gangbangin' started When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin' Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin' Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain Then I banged two bitches last night From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain Black thoughts, but the lights be on Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone I'm bangin' This dedicated to the homie Welo Big Welo, my nigga Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher Real Summer Street hustler Woo-woo Tip-top, my nigga L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang We love you, bloody You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit PDL, PDL
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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