(Intro)
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What
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See me myself
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Let me up in it, bet I make the thing bang
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Only time I¡¯m really on the streets is when you hear me with the swag on it
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You know I¡¯m from the hood so I¡¯mma always bang
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I be at the studio
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When it come to them streets (bang)
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Oh I got some niggas that¡¯ll go
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Bang bang (Diamond Line)
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(Verse)
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Sippin on tequila with some senioritas
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All these hoes ratchets but the actin like divas
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Come through speedin, hoes all lookin
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Boy watch yo threat, she will get yo life
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Took them ghouls, ride like a roller bush, grey like a stroller
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Cold as Minnesota, bitch hotter than Tacoma
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Keep paper like 40, know I¡¯m the same thing
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Girl let me hit the thang thang, bet I make it bang
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(Hook1)
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Bang
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You know I¡¯m out the hood, all my homies bang bang
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You know how I do it, all my shit bang¡¦ bang bang
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Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
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And when I¡¯m up in it you know it¡¯s gonna bang
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(Verse)
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I make that pussy go bang
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She rode me like a train
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I go crazy deep in it, insane
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On mamas that bitch can¡¯t hang
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I beat like a case, squirt it in my face
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She laugh when she did it until I swim in it
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Looked her in her eye, gave her everything she needed
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I call that thing kutra cuz that pussy I defeated
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Lucky lucky get, baby let me warn ya
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I¡¯m with that body like some shit straight off a porn hook
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She lookin crazy but I¡¯m runnin California
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And Diamond Lane, bitch straight up haunt ya
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Put that on yo kids, you didn¡¯t run, lil mama she dumb
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Told er sit on my face, better yet jump on his tongue
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Got em crazy, he shady, is when they say what he done
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Make that pussy gangbang, on the hood she the one
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(Hook2)
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Bang
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You know I¡¯m out the hood, all my homies bang bang
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You know how I do it, all my shit bang¡¦ bang bang
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Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
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You know how I do it, all my bros bang
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(Verse)
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It¡¯s a reason why they put me last
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Prowling, riding shotgun, Bad Lucc on the gas
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4 pipes hanging out the ass
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Compton for real, you ain¡¯t gotta ask
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That¡¯s the turf nigga, roll the grass
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World star, knockout king, nigga fuck a pass
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Unless you bang what I¡¯m bangin
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I¡¯m reppin cities, put you in seaters, don¡¯t look at my chain
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I tell the waiter hurry up, them guns is various
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Got my shooters in this bitch, niggas stiff curried up
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The Golden State Warriors is back
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Putting hoes in yo snapback, clack like that
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You ain¡¯t never met a motherfucker rap like that
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Sold 12 million records, still strapped like that
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And niggas say they want a problem in the back
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Ye ain¡¯t even know I had a problem in the back
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Listen
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(Hook2)
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Bang
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You know I¡¯m out the hood, all my homies bang bang
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You know how I do it, all my shit bang¡¦ bang bang
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Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
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You know how I do it, all my bros¡¦
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Bang Bang
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Problem |