歌曲 | Bang |
歌手 | Obie Trice |
专辑 | The Hangover |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
No worries about the paper | |
I ain’t getting raked, though | |
All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
Hopping out a fly ************t, we ain’t carrying what they do | |
Here I’m full of ************es, here I’m both glistens | |
She wanna orally inherit little ******s | |
I’m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
It’s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
[Hook] | |
Og up in this mother******, hah | |
Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang | |
Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
Long as the feds ain’t got you ******s wide up | |
Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
We in the club ******, turning ************t up | |
I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
After that, y’all know what follows, bang | |
My ******s giddy up and against the law | |
D boys, who give a ************t, we got legitimate decoys | |
We in this ************ like a fetal position | |
Don’t like the …coition, | |
When you’re piecing the missing | |
Know that she in submission | |
On her knees in the kitchen | |
Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
When she speak about leaving, | |
I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
[Hook] | |
Og up in this mother******, hah | |
Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang | |
We ain’t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
With local broads, after hours involves us | |
Y’all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
That shook girls get naked | |
You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
The American dream, get money! | |
see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
I don’t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
Still, ******s turn ill | |
Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
[Hook] | |
Og up in this mother******, hah | |
Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang. |
No worries about the paper | |
I ain' t getting raked, though | |
All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
Hopping out a fly t, we ain' t carrying what they do | |
Here I' m full of es, here I' m both glistens | |
She wanna orally inherit little s | |
I' m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
It' s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
Long as the feds ain' t got you s wide up | |
Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
We in the club , turning t up | |
I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
After that, y' all know what follows, bang | |
My s giddy up and against the law | |
D boys, who give a t, we got legitimate decoys | |
We in this like a fetal position | |
Don' t like the coition, | |
When you' re piecing the missing | |
Know that she in submission | |
On her knees in the kitchen | |
Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
When she speak about leaving, | |
I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
We ain' t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
With local broads, after hours involves us | |
Y' all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
That shook girls get naked | |
You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
The American dream, get money! | |
see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
I don' t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
Still, s turn ill | |
Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang. |
No worries about the paper | |
I ain' t getting raked, though | |
All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
Hopping out a fly t, we ain' t carrying what they do | |
Here I' m full of es, here I' m both glistens | |
She wanna orally inherit little s | |
I' m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
It' s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
Long as the feds ain' t got you s wide up | |
Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
We in the club , turning t up | |
I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
After that, y' all know what follows, bang | |
My s giddy up and against the law | |
D boys, who give a t, we got legitimate decoys | |
We in this like a fetal position | |
Don' t like the coition, | |
When you' re piecing the missing | |
Know that she in submission | |
On her knees in the kitchen | |
Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
When she speak about leaving, | |
I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
We ain' t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
With local broads, after hours involves us | |
Y' all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
That shook girls get naked | |
You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
The American dream, get money! | |
see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
I don' t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
Still, s turn ill | |
Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
Hook | |
Og up in this mother, hah | |
Obie up in the mother, hah | |
We got that heat up in this mother | |
Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang. |