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      Bang (Ft Tyga)

      G-Eazy

      Album: B-Sides

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      G-Eazy - Bang (Ft Tyga) Música y Letra

      [Tyga]
      Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
      I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
      And I need a super freak like Rick James
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
      
      [G-Eazy]
      Why so serious? I'm never fuckin' around
      These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground
      Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down
      Flagrant as fuck, I'm never toning it down (yeah)
      Oh, you big mad?
      Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?
      Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
      Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
      Believe me, my belt got notches
      Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
      Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
      But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (yee)
      
      [Tyga]
      Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (winners win)
      I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
      And I need a super freak like Rick James
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
      
      Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (yeah)
      Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (woo)
      It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up
      Bitch, I'm good enough (yeah), I don't need the luck (yeah)
      Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
      Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (ah)
      I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (yeah)
      The proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it (no)
      She got a man, nigga, I ain't stupid
      But the way you work that body, you gon' have to lose it
      And that pussy good, show me how you use it (yeah)
      Step by step, baby, go through it (ayy)
      
      I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (ayy)
      I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains (big dog)
      And I need a super freak like Rick James (ayy)
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang (come on)
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
      
      [G-Eazy]
      Yeah, talk to me nicely
      Fifty on the chain, oh my God, I'm so pricey
      Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
      When she throw it back, she like: Papi, don't bite me
      Yeah, make her bend down
      She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
      Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
      10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (yeah)
      LA to New York, Bicoastal
      I'm international, not local
      A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
      If you ain't talkin' bags, then I'm antisocial, be gone
      
      [Tyga]
      Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
      I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
      And I need a super freak like Rick James
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang
      Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
      Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

      G-Eazy - Bang (Ft Tyga) Música y Letra

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