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Lyrics G-Eazy feat. Tyga – Bang

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Lyrics – Bang – G-Eazy feat. Tyga Video|Versuri

Aye, 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 s**t bang

Bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that s**t bang

Why so serious, I’m never f**kin’ around
These pigeons dead stock
They never touchin’ the ground
Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
Flagrant as f**k, I’m never toning it down
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
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

Aye, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
Winners win
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 s**t bang

Bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that s**t bang

Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up
It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
B**ch I’m good enough, I don’t need the luck
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her buy open mouth like a scary movie
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi
Proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it
She got a man, n**ga I ain’t stupid
But the way you work that body mean you gotta lose it
And that p**sy good, show me how you use it
Step by step, baby go through it

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 s**t bang

Bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that s**t bang

Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god I’m so pricey
Mami she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
She throw it back, she like Papi, don’t bite me
Make her bend down
She ‘gon let me clip when I’m i 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
I’m banned for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain’t talkin’ bags then I’m antisocial
Be gone

Aye, 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 s**t bang

Bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang
Make that s**t bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that s**t bang…