Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Bada Bing lyrics
[Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Bada Bing lyrics]
Uh nah, bitch, I don't speak in French
Oui oui, ho facts
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
(Uh) , got a room, got a ting (Facts)
House so big that the room's got a wing
(Where you at?) you could see the stars and
The moons in my ring (Bling-bling)
Always show love to the goons in the bing
(East side)
I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H
(Grr) ex-drug dealer
Used to sell a bunch of weight (yeah)
And the cars got stars like
They come from outer space (O oh)
And the rocks in my watch lookin'
Like they're jumpin' out the face (Stupid)
All this water on my body got me drippin' wet
(Really) fly clothes that I be rockin'
Got me dripping fresh (Ah, ayy)
You know I fuck 'em then I duck 'em
Had them bitches stressed
And I just laugh and leave 'em on
Read when I get the text
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
Choppers singing like a group
Droppin' hit's, yeah, bazook'
Fuck the four door, I'ma coupe it
From the floor up, I maneuver
Look 'em up, it's all a cap
Made millions off of trap
Starter bundle, that's a pack
Put the South Bronx on my back
From the ground up to the skyscrapers
Front and we gon' violate ya
Judge like "You high, ain't you?"
Coupe, yeah, wild spacious
Black truck, new body jet with two pilots
Diamond rings, more dollars
New ting, no mileage
Stars worth of stars in the Wraith
Got a table like a bar
Buy the bar with the eight
I'ma ball like Jamal, yeah
Crawford with the cake
Chopper singing with the bass, joint
Moving like she laced, ha
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Oui oui, ho facts
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
(Uh) , got a room, got a ting (Facts)
House so big that the room's got a wing
(Where you at?) you could see the stars and
The moons in my ring (Bling-bling)
Always show love to the goons in the bing
(East side)
I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H
(Grr) ex-drug dealer
Used to sell a bunch of weight (yeah)
And the cars got stars like
They come from outer space (O oh)
And the rocks in my watch lookin'
Like they're jumpin' out the face (Stupid)
All this water on my body got me drippin' wet
(Really) fly clothes that I be rockin'
Got me dripping fresh (Ah, ayy)
You know I fuck 'em then I duck 'em
Had them bitches stressed
And I just laugh and leave 'em on
Read when I get the text
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
Choppers singing like a group
Droppin' hit's, yeah, bazook'
Fuck the four door, I'ma coupe it
From the floor up, I maneuver
Look 'em up, it's all a cap
Made millions off of trap
Starter bundle, that's a pack
Put the South Bronx on my back
From the ground up to the skyscrapers
Front and we gon' violate ya
Judge like "You high, ain't you?"
Coupe, yeah, wild spacious
Black truck, new body jet with two pilots
Diamond rings, more dollars
New ting, no mileage
Stars worth of stars in the Wraith
Got a table like a bar
Buy the bar with the eight
I'ma ball like Jamal, yeah
Crawford with the cake
Chopper singing with the bass, joint
Moving like she laced, ha
Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers