Pa Salieu - Bang Out lyrics
Pa Salieu [Pa Salieu Gaye] Slough, Berkshire, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Pa Salieu - Bang Out lyrics]
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
man are banging out man are banging out
Suttin’ like yo, just peek your chest
You ain’t on smoke and it
Don’t make sense like
Yo, I ain’t seen him in fields
It was me, AP
They ain’t seen it like we like
Yo, RIP aP, brodie crodie
Yeah my heart still bleeds like
Yo, better fuck out my face and that
Take no cheek from patties
Yo, money dealt with drillas
So much love for them cyatties
Trust no baddie most them gyal dem chatty
King Khan never did it gyali
All need is cali puff that down, get money
Hit that strip all bummy, so silently
Roll so silently
Them can never be me, I’m a different breed
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
Man are banging out man are banging out
All the ghosts on my back
Are wilder than before
Look the return on of Mansa
I ain’t playin’ games when I say I’m ‘ssiah
I return like Simba
Fought all greatness to take my kingdom
I come from a place where
Feds label you gang-related
So if you look like me
Somehow you’re just gang-related
See mileage, it was so pricey
Reload the game repeatedly
How many nerds tried me? Strike
Again and again phy-si-cal-ly
Young, dark I'm with stripes
Claim my attitude so they created lies
How many times they tried it?
Try again and again, but I’m still alive
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
Man are banging out man are banging out
All the ghosts on my back
Are wilder than before
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
man are banging out man are banging out
Suttin’ like yo, just peek your chest
You ain’t on smoke and it
Don’t make sense like
Yo, I ain’t seen him in fields
It was me, AP
They ain’t seen it like we like
Yo, RIP aP, brodie crodie
Yeah my heart still bleeds like
Yo, better fuck out my face and that
Take no cheek from patties
Yo, money dealt with drillas
So much love for them cyatties
Trust no baddie most them gyal dem chatty
King Khan never did it gyali
All need is cali puff that down, get money
Hit that strip all bummy, so silently
Roll so silently
Them can never be me, I’m a different breed
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
Man are banging out man are banging out
All the ghosts on my back
Are wilder than before
Look the return on of Mansa
I ain’t playin’ games when I say I’m ‘ssiah
I return like Simba
Fought all greatness to take my kingdom
I come from a place where
Feds label you gang-related
So if you look like me
Somehow you’re just gang-related
See mileage, it was so pricey
Reload the game repeatedly
How many nerds tried me? Strike
Again and again phy-si-cal-ly
Young, dark I'm with stripes
Claim my attitude so they created lies
How many times they tried it?
Try again and again, but I’m still alive
If I brake down or make it up
Most stay real, they’re selling out
For the money and my brudda
Man are banging out man are banging out
All the ghosts on my back
Are wilder than before