Bang Out lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz
Rock star drugs break a b*tch heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, f*ckin' with no scrub
n*ggas want connects, got no plugs
n*gga say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle n*ggas wanna talk sh*t then say you froze up
Young n*ggas wanna pop pills, just po up
Went on a bang, Went on a bang
b*tches came for me and my n*gga eazy
Threw that b*tch out, got that ho one way
Said she tryna stay, told that b*tch no way
That’s a preme n*gga, B ripper, grim reaper
I don’t get mad b*tch, I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a b*tch a believer

[Chorus]
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n*ggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n*ggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Met a b*tch last night, won’t believe it
f*ck her so hard, b*tch probably stopped breathing
Killed the pus*y, in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it
I f*cked now I don’t need it
T-Raw semen splattered on a b*tch beaver
Pipe dreamin, f*ckin with a real baller
The b*tch is a b*tch so I’m gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup
Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
b*tch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, b*tch don’t put yo head up
Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old b*tch, pus*y like souvenir
I hop up in it, n*gga I ain’t never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?

[Chorus]
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n*ggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you n*ggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdinGirls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the sh*t bump
I’m a evil motherf*cker ready to tear sh*t up
I’mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a n*gga like to eat sh*t than never been born
But I ain’t going out unless 30 n*ggas die
I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
Shut the f*ck up n*gga cuz you ain’t seen sh*t
I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip

[Outro: Ice Cube]
A b*tch is a b*tch
So if I’m poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of b*tch don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little b*tch in em
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