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bang lyrics (feat. yg hootie & slim dunkin) - waka flocka flame lyrics

pow x5
lex
lex we in this b-tch throwing gang sign,
bang
brick
bricksquad bricksquad
[hook] (x4)
bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!
we in this b-tch throwin’ gang signs, man!
b-l-double o-d, right-side flag
n-gg- know me, i’m green flag
b-tch, that’s grove street
squeeze on my trigger till my gun od
ride on my enemies, n-gg- just in to me
hundred grand chain, you ain’t? like me
all the?
got a gun seat behind me like my name jay-z
can’t no n-gg- blame me
life, i crazy
i’ll paint your whole town red (soo woo)
make your little brother scream soo woo (soo woo)
make your little sister scream soo woo (soo woo)
me and yg hootie-hoo (boppin!)
frenchie, juice, man, guc’ (ooh)
bet them boys gon’ shoot (bow! bow! bow!)
sling a cap in
kebo
gon’ shoot for freak ’em free throws
free my n-gg- t-bone (t-bone!)
i punch a n-gg- like i’m d-bow
waka flocka flame, p-ssy n-gg- what’s bangin’? (bow! bow! bow!)
in the club throwin’ up signs
right hangin
ride on my enemies, throw ’em off in the c
know a lot of n-gg-s really dream about gettin’ me
ride on with n-gg-s with the west side, though
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you if you actin’ all 50
keep me a mini choppa, flamed up
me and flocka west side
my house, my turf like the?
west side f-ckin’ with the down south
red flags all at my shows
used to kill, now we all about dope
buy whips, put ’em all on fo’s
still kill, but it’s all about dope
get tricky, so play by the rules
flip that pack, still grind some mo’
i love my hood and i love?
i feed my hood with a spoon and fork
f-ck with me, you won’t eat. let’s go!
go against me, i’mma slit your throat
get a rap check, but weed, buy c-ke
i make sh-t pop and?
i’m the king around here
that’s how sh-t go, n-gg-
n-gg-, hold up, don’t act like you know me
just cause you blood don’t make you my homie
f-ck with you?
clique probably phony
real? sh-t, n-gg-, you can call me tony
n-gg-, i’m a shooter. gon’ get your -ss shot
y shoot for guc’, guns shoot for flock
n-gg- i’mma bang roulette till?
wrong gang sign, n-gg-, palm that back
whole clique goons, don’t know how to act
? got the?, ted got the mac
p-ssy n-gg- swung when i turned my back
hold on, dj bring that back
p-ssy n-gg- swung when i turned my back
sh-t, yeah, i told that n-gg- hold that
knocked out his front seat, his -ss come back
natural born shooter,
i’m the club party p–per
yes, sir, i’m the dunkin’
but, nah, i ain’t a hoover
natural born shooter, i’m the club party p–per
yes, sir, i’m the dunkin’
but, nah, i ain’t a hoover

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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