Audio Push, N.No - Bang Dat lyrics
[Audio Push, N.No - Bang Dat lyrics]
Free Matt free Ninja free Ranch
B-Oh-Dub nigga you already know what it is
One time okay, all my niggas real ones no
Time for the fake friends
Boy we 'bout that action we gon'
Get it we don't make plans
All I touch is money
Tell me no I don't shake hands
I spend your main woadie up on
The floor and tell her breakdance
Touch all on that cleavage
Niggas undeveloped like fetus
Get to playin' round with my money
We gon' buttheads no Beavis, hu
Some niggas trippin'? Hold up
That's that nigga where he from
And yeah so what nigga
You ain't know 'bout know pimkie-thumbin'
Ya niggas speak up on the heat
Then all my niggas drummin'
And if it's beef up in the
Streets then all my niggas commin'
Ya tryna meet well bring the heat
Now y'all niggas runnin'
Behind the cam stuntin', paparazzi all back
10 thousand at the bar
What you know about that?
You ain't trynna trap, what you sellin' for?
You claimin' that you real
What you niggas tellin' for?
I get it, y'all braggers and bolsters
Get to fabricating them rappers that you
See all up in them posters
I be drink the blue for my
Spark that OG for my smokers
And I'm in a place so much ace
Y'all niggas think you playin' poker
For all you niggas bluffin'
I suggest you save it i give ya boys
That's HS87 and you know we run the map
RIP to my haters and put a C in front of that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
Uhhh
You talkin' to the boss put your head up
I ain't talkin' to you girl
Keep your face down
This for all my niggas with their bread up
And all my girls with somethin'
Fat from the waist down
The ratio is 1 to probably 5
So if you got beef with us
You should probably be quiet
And if you say you better than
Me then you probably lyin'
And anything you put that on, it probably die
(turn up) we are HS87! Who are you?
Hit is the general
I'm the sniper on the roof
Ain't no pickin' me off, pickin' me off
I ain't a bomb and you takin' me off
I don't think you'll gettin' rid of me dawg
Speaking of dogs I'm sick of them all, roof
I said it and I'm sittin' on it
If all these lames are in the
Game then I'm spittin' on it
See that's the team
Ain't no extra ain't no gettin' on it
I put it down so good that
It sound written don't it? It's not!
I just do it baby I'm that nice
See that's Hit-Boy, that's B
Mac, that's Rey Reel, that's Price
I'm Oktane say I'm ugly and still like me
Take it back and I still pipe it
And if it's you then I still wife it
Eyes closed, you can not see me here
And the beat is cryin' mercy
Like a Lamborghini's here
Cause, I bring it to any square
Where you lames at?
I put that on my mama and I
Swear to god and I bang that
You put that on some
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
Okay, Evilside NNo bitch you know the name
Big chillin' killin' me and my gang
PT you my trooper
My nigga ain't nothin' changed
Mirror at the mirror just call
It a Chevy chain loosin' ain't a option
You was sellin' blow up I
Was breakin' hoes pockets
When we had that work
Niggas know we had it poppin'
Fuck with the SQ and you
Gon' double up your profit
Yea-yea-yea-yes, been thuggin' since
We started you niggas must be stupid
A full blown retarted
To think that you can fuck we my clique
And clearly we the hardest
In probably something foreign fuck your
Bitch 'til she snorin' getting lifted
Usual fly Crip and that hating
Shit for the birds
And you niggas are flocking pigeons
Kushin' out with these bitches
Came with some other bitches
And fly whips they be kicking, distance
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
B-Oh-Dub nigga you already know what it is
One time okay, all my niggas real ones no
Time for the fake friends
Boy we 'bout that action we gon'
Get it we don't make plans
All I touch is money
Tell me no I don't shake hands
I spend your main woadie up on
The floor and tell her breakdance
Touch all on that cleavage
Niggas undeveloped like fetus
Get to playin' round with my money
We gon' buttheads no Beavis, hu
Some niggas trippin'? Hold up
That's that nigga where he from
And yeah so what nigga
You ain't know 'bout know pimkie-thumbin'
Ya niggas speak up on the heat
Then all my niggas drummin'
And if it's beef up in the
Streets then all my niggas commin'
Ya tryna meet well bring the heat
Now y'all niggas runnin'
Behind the cam stuntin', paparazzi all back
10 thousand at the bar
What you know about that?
You ain't trynna trap, what you sellin' for?
You claimin' that you real
What you niggas tellin' for?
I get it, y'all braggers and bolsters
Get to fabricating them rappers that you
See all up in them posters
I be drink the blue for my
Spark that OG for my smokers
And I'm in a place so much ace
Y'all niggas think you playin' poker
For all you niggas bluffin'
I suggest you save it i give ya boys
That's HS87 and you know we run the map
RIP to my haters and put a C in front of that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
Uhhh
You talkin' to the boss put your head up
I ain't talkin' to you girl
Keep your face down
This for all my niggas with their bread up
And all my girls with somethin'
Fat from the waist down
The ratio is 1 to probably 5
So if you got beef with us
You should probably be quiet
And if you say you better than
Me then you probably lyin'
And anything you put that on, it probably die
(turn up) we are HS87! Who are you?
Hit is the general
I'm the sniper on the roof
Ain't no pickin' me off, pickin' me off
I ain't a bomb and you takin' me off
I don't think you'll gettin' rid of me dawg
Speaking of dogs I'm sick of them all, roof
I said it and I'm sittin' on it
If all these lames are in the
Game then I'm spittin' on it
See that's the team
Ain't no extra ain't no gettin' on it
I put it down so good that
It sound written don't it? It's not!
I just do it baby I'm that nice
See that's Hit-Boy, that's B
Mac, that's Rey Reel, that's Price
I'm Oktane say I'm ugly and still like me
Take it back and I still pipe it
And if it's you then I still wife it
Eyes closed, you can not see me here
And the beat is cryin' mercy
Like a Lamborghini's here
Cause, I bring it to any square
Where you lames at?
I put that on my mama and I
Swear to god and I bang that
You put that on some
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
Okay, Evilside NNo bitch you know the name
Big chillin' killin' me and my gang
PT you my trooper
My nigga ain't nothin' changed
Mirror at the mirror just call
It a Chevy chain loosin' ain't a option
You was sellin' blow up I
Was breakin' hoes pockets
When we had that work
Niggas know we had it poppin'
Fuck with the SQ and you
Gon' double up your profit
Yea-yea-yea-yes, been thuggin' since
We started you niggas must be stupid
A full blown retarted
To think that you can fuck we my clique
And clearly we the hardest
In probably something foreign fuck your
Bitch 'til she snorin' getting lifted
Usual fly Crip and that hating
Shit for the birds
And you niggas are flocking pigeons
Kushin' out with these bitches
Came with some other bitches
And fly whips they be kicking, distance
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Baby bend it over
Switch it fast push your frame back
Posted in the yards
Yeah that's where my gang at
B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody
Who can change that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
Put that on some, yeah, nigga I can bang that
B-Oh-Dub reppin'
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