Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug

(The) back street dolls And the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of Back in the alley Going bang to the wall Tied to the tail Of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be

Bébé fait du sale, allô allô allô Million d'dollars, bébé tu vaux ça J'suis gang, hors game Boy ne joue pas, bang bang bang Blah blah blah d'la pookie Ah, depuis longtemps, j'ai vu dans ça depuis longtemps J'ai vu dans ça depuis longtemps, ah, ah, j'ai

Bang fuck all that talk and let's go Bang niggas don't want war Bang run up kick the door Bang fucking up that pole Bang nigga want that smoke Bang niggas do that talk (Scum gang!) Tekashi 6ix9ine don't fall boy Tekashi 6ix9ine on go boy

She couldn't make it on her own! She had to get a pimp, She had to get the pimp, She couldn't make it on her own! (What about me?) What about me? She couldn't make it on her own! ("Bangladesh!") California air! Chain all blue like it's runnin' out of

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

Bang it up boy goin' bang it up Bang it up boy goin' bang it up (bang it up) When you know you want it Say get up on it C.I.A.R.A. (I.A.R.) I feel it, it's in me tonight I see this tonight, I'm pulling up

Round are way the birds are singing Round are way the sun shines bright The paper boy is working before he goes Lying to the teacher he knows he knows He didn't and he should've Brought his lines in yesterday Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins The

Bada-bang-bang In the club, boy, I'll forget you not With my friends, boy, I'll forget you not Brand new man, boy, I'll forget you not Baby, baby, I'll forget you not How come they don't make 'em like you, babe? Oh, I never respected We can make this

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier I want to be a celebrity martyr Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour Bang bang give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead I'm well fed Give me