Rav - Bang Bang lyrics
[Rav - Bang Bang lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, ha haha
Yeah, it's your boy Rav, what's popping London?
R-A-V, yeah, one time for your mind
2012, ya'll ain't ready, uh
R-A-V
Everybody knows that I ain't scared nobody home
And I can tear everybody apart it's a spurge [?]
Yo, I'm dope with the so wicked flow ripping hard
Ya'll rigid, all gimmicks, all ripped apart
Best artist in rap, look I'm your father, your dad
And yup, your mother I bag, with no rubber I smash
At first, she's suffering bad and then she's loving it mad
Dicky-durr-wicky-dicky R-to-the-av
Blast through the door pass me a whore
Go grab her titties, then ass and [?]
Dance on the floor, move back to the bar
My moves so fresh, ya'll cats can't ignore
Where the fucking reefer at? Let me have a piece of that
And let me have a piece of ass, let me have a decent lass, psych
Yeah, let me have the tons of whores
When they're coming, blast through the door
Wall it out, through cans on the floor
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
Aw, yeah
I am the realest, the chillest you've come across
The boss of all villains, I'm ill and I'm hardcore
Used to pop pills on the floor, now it's popcorn
Ran out the salty ones, a batch and I want more
What I do this art for? But of course, for the fans
Wait no, for my friends, I know, for myself, yeah
Those that don't like it, can lick my grundle, b
As I fart like a bumblebee on your mother's teeth, yeah
Not making any sense, rhyming perfectly
I'm in the UK, it's a different currency
Making pence and pounds, mad friends in town
Yo, you best be down, fucking Nestle clowns
Wanna test me now, like a skype call?
You don't like me, feel free to suck on my balls
Yeah it's R-to-the-av, this how I roll
You don't like me, well I don't like ya'll, uh
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
Yeah, that's it, haha
Just in case you didn't catch it, the name's Rav
That's R-A-V
Yeah, it's your boy Rav, what's popping London?
R-A-V, yeah, one time for your mind
2012, ya'll ain't ready, uh
R-A-V
Everybody knows that I ain't scared nobody home
And I can tear everybody apart it's a spurge [?]
Yo, I'm dope with the so wicked flow ripping hard
Ya'll rigid, all gimmicks, all ripped apart
Best artist in rap, look I'm your father, your dad
And yup, your mother I bag, with no rubber I smash
At first, she's suffering bad and then she's loving it mad
Dicky-durr-wicky-dicky R-to-the-av
Blast through the door pass me a whore
Go grab her titties, then ass and [?]
Dance on the floor, move back to the bar
My moves so fresh, ya'll cats can't ignore
Where the fucking reefer at? Let me have a piece of that
And let me have a piece of ass, let me have a decent lass, psych
Yeah, let me have the tons of whores
When they're coming, blast through the door
Wall it out, through cans on the floor
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
Aw, yeah
I am the realest, the chillest you've come across
The boss of all villains, I'm ill and I'm hardcore
Used to pop pills on the floor, now it's popcorn
Ran out the salty ones, a batch and I want more
What I do this art for? But of course, for the fans
Wait no, for my friends, I know, for myself, yeah
Those that don't like it, can lick my grundle, b
As I fart like a bumblebee on your mother's teeth, yeah
Not making any sense, rhyming perfectly
I'm in the UK, it's a different currency
Making pence and pounds, mad friends in town
Yo, you best be down, fucking Nestle clowns
Wanna test me now, like a skype call?
You don't like me, feel free to suck on my balls
Yeah it's R-to-the-av, this how I roll
You don't like me, well I don't like ya'll, uh
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
In the city, bang bang, R-A-V's the man and
Messing with your girl on that titty-titty bang
Then left hand, bend right, got a fizzy drink and
Dumping your bitch 'cause she's a stinky skank, damn
Yeah, that's it, haha
Just in case you didn't catch it, the name's Rav
That's R-A-V