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YNW Melly - Bang Bang [Official Audio]
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出演艺人
YNW Melly
YNW Melly
演唱
作曲和作词
Jamell Demons
Jamell Demons
词曲作者
Jermaine Smith
Jermaine Smith
词曲作者
制作和工程
C-Clip Beatz
C-Clip Beatz
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Ayy', look Know what I'm sayin' I'm straight out the mud with this shit, you hear me? I be grinding like I'm still poor, you know what I'm saying? That's what you gotta keep doing out here Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you hear me? YNW Melly You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up Yeah, 'til we pulling up These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy' Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang We are not the same, I bang Blood gang Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things She ain't wanna listen to a nigga CD Big Blood, big Blood, shoutout GD Oh God, god-damn, can you see me? I was with your main bitch taking a selfie Selfie, selfie, she think I'm healthy Hundred round on the pistol, you'd think I'm killing Oh damn, oh damn, give me your billing Address, we gon' pull up with them TECs, nigga TECs, nigga, what the fuck you saying, nigga? Spraying, nigga, fucking up your plans, nigga Bands, nigga, running up them bands, nigga Glock with a twenty-two clip, fuck them hands, nigga I ain't tryna throw no motherfuckin' hands, boy Run it up the pistol, tryna get them things off And I wanna get 'em 'cause I'm rolling, yeah Chopper with a dick and it's swollen I'm swollen, I'm golden I think that I need to just chill 'cause I'm way too damn hot And these hoes wanna get up Yeah, they tryna get up We killed a couple times so, Lord, just please forgive us And all these niggas in this stolen car got a body And all these niggas in this stolen car on the Molly Except for me, you know I like to do it when I'm sober I gotta keep composure, I slump a nigga over, gang You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up Yeah, 'til we pulling up These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy' Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang We are not the same, I bang Blood gang Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things I was sleeping, now I'm woke again They see we blowin', but I guess this shit broke again A nigga speakin' real heat like a frying pan These niggas talking like they with it, we gon' find your friend Your lil' boy layin' in the cut, he wanna spin a Benz And your main bitch wanna fuck, we tryna split her ends Fuck that thot, she got way too much baggage Big Glock, and I ain't even bragging, ooh I'm super fly like I'm Aladdin, ooh Watch for the carpet, it is satin, ooh These niggas talkin' like they with that Pussy boy, fuck with me, you get your wig snatched Pussy boy, fuck with me, you get your wig snatched Melly wilding in a stolo with the big MAC No cap, it's suppressor, but it's flash suppressed Niggas talking like they with it, now your ass is guessin' Where you at when you dead? We don't know, pussy Leave your ass somewhere inside of your mama bushes Fuck boy, I'm in your daddy bushes with it Loading up the semi, busting at your fitted These niggas talking, but I'm still the fucking G.O.A.T., uh These niggas mad cause they ain't even own no boat, uh I'm tryna get it in, these bitches snorting coke, uh It's a party at the penthouse, she doing coke now You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up Yeah, 'til we pulling up These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy' Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang We are not the same, I bang Blood gang Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things Fuck your money printer, baby, I'm Prancer Hopping out the coupe, turn a nigga to a dancer Turn you to a stripper with this motherfuckin' glizzy Pussy boy, you played with the wrong nigga, thinking I'm a bitch And I'ma show you Tell your main bitch bend it over, yoga I don't give a fuck what you 'posed to be Niggas always tryna hit a nigga with a lecture Pussy, we done got away with murder, shut the fuck up Boy, you say you with it, but the pistol always tucked up I'ma show my shit 'cause if a nigga try what, bruh? Trying what, bruh? You got me fucked up If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year If they come for me inside the booth, I might go ape shit If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year If they come for me inside the booth, I might go ape shit If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Giorgio H. Tuinfort, Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Jermaine Smith, Jamell Demons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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