Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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Do what the song says, throw your fucking sets up
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Know how we start, come catch up
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Ain't nobody fucking with this I bet ya
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And my age you should name on the check up
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Bang, while you wait, it all goes down
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Swipe through the city, that I call my town
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And if you fucking up, damn right you a clown
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Ain't bangin' high, don't make no sound
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Episodes of the violence bang
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Shots go hard, make your brain cells ring
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Floating with the stars in the city of the Caine
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Let's ride out, throw it out and bang
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Bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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(What them motherfuckers say?)
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Bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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Throw it out and bang
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Bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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(All day)
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Bang, bang
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Let's ride out, throw it out and bang
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So, let's bang it out
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And we can bang it anywhere
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Even in my house
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But don't think so slick
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If you think the opposite
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I'm gonna bang your lips
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When I say go, pop bang
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And I say high, throw up your thing
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Move to the beat, do the 2 step swing
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And if you don't dance, fuck it, go bang
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Chain gang, flip them man
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But at the parties slick'd insane
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Princess a diss, so bring my name
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Try to come near me, then shit go bang
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Living in chains like Menuse
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But I don't drunk off the shit called Goose
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Throw your fucking sets up
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Rolling high with a star come catch up
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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Bang
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| Rye Rye |
