Текст песни Wall Bang - Cyraq

Wall Bang - Cyraq
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Дата выпуска: 28.11.2019
Язык песни: Английский

Wall Bang

Boom boom!
Wall bang!
Bow bow!
Lakes!
Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
Diss on the gang like Dora he missin
This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin
The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
Nigga get bit if he go outside
I like me a? cuz I’m not finna hide
New baby 9, pull up and die
Imma fuck in decline I’m not finna lie
Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain’t gon clap
I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap
I’m trigger happy I ain’t givin no doubt
Rob who he died outside the trap
Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang
Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains
Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came
I feel disrespected so I’m finna shoot
A body collectd we took off his roof
OG got me stuck like a blunt full of glu
My dawg lil Eric he finna get loose
Nigga I keep me a stick like a log
The bitch too ghetto she turnin me off
You better keep suckin until I go soft
Element of surprise while he walking his dog
Nigga aim at yo target you shootin at the ground
Yo uncle a pallet we layin him down
Loaded got the bed so I fucked on the coach
No TV bitch just watch ho mouth
Touchdown in the pussy then turned to a kicka
And when I get rich I’m a rich ass killa
Glock both ways, bitches and niggas
Imma shoot if you come out the sto' with a swisher
My niggas tweekin on big and small shit
Lil Eric short but he fuckin a tall bitch
Ion like big Glocks give me the small bitch
911 we sleep he callin
Eveytime I pop out this lil ho wanna eat me
And yeah I’m that nigga so they wanna be me
Glock with a dick boy you not finna be me
You gon see this Glock on my hip when you see me
Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business
Diss on the gang like Dora he missin
This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin
The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin
Nigga get bit if he go outside
I like me a? cuz I’m not finna hide
New baby 9, pull up and die
Imma fuck in decline I’m not finna lie
Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain’t gon clap
I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap
I’m trigger happy I ain’t givin no doubt
Rob who he died outside the trap
Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang
Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains
Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain
You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came
My bullets they yellow I call a?
You’ll get hit like we playing tennis
No mortal combat you know that these feelings
So I’m smokin that gas I’m high like a celing
I’m top shoota cuz I catch bodies
Feel like Dej Loaf I want you to try me
Use your iphone so you can come find me
Let off some shots now he stuck to a hoby

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