100 lyrics for "Bang bang! bang bang!"

If you in a club nigga then shit bang If you on the streets nigga then shit bang If you on the block nigga then shit bang And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang If you in that 600 then shit bang If you on that Steel
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Boom boom tap, boom boom tap Tick tick bang, tick tick bang Tick tick bang, bang bang bang Boom, boom, tap Boom, boom, boom, tap Tick tick bang Tick tick bang
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Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me
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She gon' let that shit bang for me yeah Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me Baby yes you're mine, baby yes you're fine When I'm on the road, do I cross your mind? When I'm on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah I can't do this anymore, yeah
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Then blame, blame, blame You know that's not my thing If you could see yourself now, baby You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It's not my fault, you used to be so in control You're going
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Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45
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He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump I’m like that drug, drug, drug I'm like
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I see there ain't no ceiling On the way that you got me feeling And every night we're in the moonlight dreaming That we can go all the way This love could reach the sky Bang bang bang See it's a brand new thing So no more thinking When I'm away
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Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight
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