100 lyrics for "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang"
Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and
PlayMe and you, a hangover due I'm just saying Won't we wake up, girl, with our heads a little banging Laying in a tangle of sheets, just laughing Trying to piece together just what the hell happened Lookin' over the crime scene Only seeing my jeans and a
PlayOh, oh, oh, oh Bang my head against the wall Instead I rose above it all I will rise above it all Found what I was searching for I should have failed, and nailed the floor (Bang my head against the wall) Bang your head against the wall Instead you rise
Play(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas
PlayIt was not two days. a night and a day I look back at the man I was before A sorry stranger banged up on the shore Your warm arms tore the walls down. The devil with the damned things anyway They were of no use, just a frame From there he would watch,
PlayAboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
PlayYou want problems I'ma bring 'em to you We cockin' them thangs Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you We ready to bang Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? Watch where you aim Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga Hunt
PlayHeavy metal, heavy metal What do you want Between the eyes I hear it screaming And it electrifies Your inner feelings Hot shock waves charge the air All heads are banging Fists pumping everywhere
PlayBroliqué, j'suis dans le club Calibré, j'suis dans le club Kalashé, j'suis dans le club J'suis dans le bando (ouais) Ça tire, ça tire, drive-by en Range Ro' (bang) Au comico je no comprendo (no) Ça nique des mères, y a qu'ça à faire, gros Ouais, ouais,
PlayEx-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note
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