Lyrics:
chilling in Italia
Tutti rapper vogliono essere come me
Come faccio rap e come mio swaG
Cos Everything I do
Isa Big Bang
They wanna know
How am living on my
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We bang be -bang be -bang bang out loud. Ready on the left with a face full of death. We slanged out fang
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft
We bang b bang b bang bang out loud
Ready on the left with a face full of death
We slanged out fang mouth
back
She talking smack now
Like I won’t fix that
See I’m no clown boy
Ain’t with the chit chat
I twist a big blunt
And then I kick back
Boom boom bang
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
can find a spot up off in the sticks
We can test out the sig, if you wanna act big boy
Got the fusion of my fist and your jaw, in this music im the fix
And tryna' blame your boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive by (dickheads)
Mad, mad
weighed everything,
Send them boys in Chi-town they like to gang bang,
? know the flo' do too.
Nigga imagine what I been through,
Shawty shot at niggas
kris koz slang
Click click
Bang bang
Krs one yo
Teacher show them what you got
You know who it is ya boy big beast you call me wall east
Peace
Zanim
pretty boy but you know i got a big dick
pity for the hoes that aint hopping on it
fifty for the show put it all in my fit
hop on the stage then i hop in
shit
Ridin uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch
And that blue faced rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head benjamins on through her shit
Fuck a thug
That's fuckin' right yeah
Really from the pavement look
From the city where they bang shit
Keep it active, hoes be staring in amazement
Them boys be
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
the west (West)
Bang bang clips all the way through your chest (Chest)
Ain't about money I don't want to hear nothing
You stay on the gram talking big
a Big Bang, but I’m what came before…
Oops. I came before.
I came before the Big Bang.
I came before.
Wanna do it again?
program
Aggravated the party a little
Leave the whole place full of riddle,
Hardcore to the middle
Big Jus, Psycho Les & Skribble
A nigga really stars
seat big body whip
I know n****s wanna copy this
You rent ain't buy that whip
In the party get acknowledgement
You stand right by the vip
Give me yo soul
bread boy you starving
Wet 'em up like a hurricane
I been smoking on crack cocaine
Leave a boy neck broken, I am not joking
Smokin' on a pack of your dead
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
options)
I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (on some hot shit)
I got Cola by the block on some thot shit (on some thot shit)
Mary Jane for
typecast
I been on a new wave for the longest. Some say you should aim for the stars and
I wanna' shoot straight through the cosmos. Spark another Big Bang
weighed everything,
Send them boys in Chi-town they like to gang bang,
? know the flo' do too.
Nigga imagine what I been through,
Shawty shot at niggas
bang
Sav Side nigga with a tech I slang
By a landslide make a hitter pull up I bet
When I Hit him with the ski-bidi-bugidty bang bang
Like bam bam
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