bang bang - problem lyrics
[intro]:
bang
problem: whaat
dj drama: see me myself
problem: let me up in and i bet i’ll make this thing bang
dj drama: only time i’m really in the streets, is when you hear me on this fly sh-t
problem: you know i’m from the hood, so all my homies bang
dj drama: i’ll be at the studio but when it come to them streets, oh i got some n-ggas that’ll go! diamond lane!
[verse 1: problem]
sippin’ on tequila
with some señoritas
all these hoes ratchet but they acting like divas
come through speed, hoes all looking
boy watch your threads, you’ll get your life tooken
goons ride like a roller, push green like a stroller
cold as minnesota b-tch hotter than tacoma
keep paper like folds
who want the same thing?
girl let me hit the thang-thang
bet i make you bang-bang
[hook: problem]
you know i’m out the hood all my homies bang-bang
you know how i do it, all my sh-t bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
and when i’m up in it you know it’s goin’ bang
[verse 2: bad lucc]
i make that p-ssy go bang (bang)
she rode me like a train
i go crazy deep and it insane
oh mama that b-tch can’t hang
i beat it like a case
she squirted in my face
she laughed when she did it
until i swam in it
looked her in her eye gave her everything she needed
i call that thing kunta because that p-ssy i defeated
lucky lucky git
baby let me warn ya’
i worked that body like some sh-t straight off of p-rnhub
she lookin’ crazy but i’m running california
in diamond lane d-ck straight up haunt ya’
put that on your kids, you didn’t run little mama she done
told her sit on my face, better yet jump on this tongue
“got ’em crazy, he shady” is what they say when he done
make that p-ssy g-ngb-ng on the hood she the one
[hook: repeat]
[verse 3: game]
it’s a reason why they put me last
problem riding shotgun, bad lucc on the gas
four pipes hangin’ out the -ss
c-compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask
that’s the turf n-gga, roll the gr-ss
world star knockout king, n-gga f-ck or p-ss
unless you bang what i’m banging
i’m repping cedars put you in cedars, don’t look at my chain
i tell the waiter hurry up them guns is very us
got my shooters in this b-tch n-gga steph curry(ed) up
golden state warriors is back putting hoes in your snapback clack like that
you ain’t never met a muhf-cker rap like that
sold 12 million records still strapped like that
and n-ggas say they want a problem in the back
you ain’t even know i had problem in the blacklist
[hook: repeat]
outro
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