Bang-shyne
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TXT Bang-shyne 文本歌词
Album by: Shyne
Artist by: Shyne
I done f**ked *the baddest b**ches* ask trina
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
Felonies and misdemeanors, Im villified
I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs
Sittin up in the mans, runnin sh*t
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
Niggas think I change I just wanna watch em change
Livin the american dream
Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
Thats all I could talk about in these sixteen
Cuz thats all I live, ask tibs
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, sh*t
Chorus 4x:
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
Niggas wanna bang we could bang out
Til the clips done, or your vital arteries hang out
Ham a cot, bad boy, the black camelot
Raise the price and connect the dots
Through lifes journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils
A couple of mils and good attorneys
Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days
Ill probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
My wife and my b**ch fightin over my notes
All my niggas skied north makin a toast
Til hell, just gimme bad b**ches in channel
Connects wit, chinese cartels and that new sl
And the judge thats gon set my bail
Chorus
Im on top of this sh*t, look at the wrists
Too much rocks in this sh*t, aint that a b**ch
Make hits, til my last breath
With that ni**a, the p u double f
So lay back in the cut motherf**ker fore you get shot
I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
Give b**ches nothing but breathmints and this cock
Call me what, theres a way to eat
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
Im in deep, think of citibank when I sleep
Ching, ching like I was from shaolin
Brooklyn ni**a what you say, keep stylin
My air force ones you couldnt walk a mile in
I love politics, narcotics, and violins
Bad boy forever, we move in silence
Chorus
