G-Eazy - Bang (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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G-Eazy - Bang (en) Lyrics
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I'm a balla, baby, he
ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak
like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make
that shit bang, bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby,
make that shit bang
Why so serious? I'm never
fuckin' around
These pigeons dead stock, they
never touchin' the ground
Plane Jane Patek I'm never
bustin' it down
Flagrant as fuck, I'm never
toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin' a chick
that I been had?
Took your dream girl down,
yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies,
been hit that, yeah
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds,
a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they
think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the
whole world watches (Yee)
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't
got no game (Winners win)
Load it up, aim, pop,
shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up,
toot it up (Woo)
It's game time, put me
in, I'm suited up
Bitch, I'm good enough (Yeah),
I don't need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie,
hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth
like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them
like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof's in the income, I
ain't gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain't stupid
But the way you work that body,
you gon' have to lose it
And that pussy good, show
me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go
through it (Ayy)
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't
got no game (Ayy)
I'm a big dog, baby, rock
big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak
like Rick James (Ayy)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang,
bang (Come on)
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh
my god, I'm so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she
keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like,
"Papi, don't bite me"
Yeah, make her bend down
She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled
her tints down
10k a month, Hell's Kitchen
in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I'm international, not local
A band for these vintage
Chanel bifocals
If you ain't talkin' bags, then
I'm antisocial, be gone
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