Bang
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Bang bang
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[Hook:]
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She just really jock me cause my gear
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She just really want me for my ear
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She just really like me for my watch
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She just really like me for my cock
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[Riff Raff:]
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Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
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Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
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Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta
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Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
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Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
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Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
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On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
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She thought it was a cat phone
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Now I'm on my bat phone
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Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
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Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
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Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe
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Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux
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[Hook]
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[Chief Keef:]
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That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
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Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squal (nah!)
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Well listen baby, I'm a keep it real
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You know you ain't got shit, come in here
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Butter blunt of kush in the air
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And I won't feed you lies to your ears
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Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
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A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
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I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here
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Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
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Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
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And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!
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[Hook]
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Cuz My Gear
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| Chief Keef |
