DJ DRAMA & LIL WAYNE

DJ DRAMA & LIL WAYNE - Bang Bang

rate me

Shooting till my motherf**kin hand fall off

The trackstars the gun shot ran ya'll off

I pop like a soda watch the can fall off

I can kill ya'll and ya'll boss

Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum

You f**kin with the drum major let me play you the anthem

Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal

I say bang bang bitch I make you feel every letter

B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G.

We spray then leave

We play when we no

We play N.E.

V.E.R. C.P.R.

Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy

Young money motherf**ka deez theez boyz

Bitches you crazy

Weez retardz

Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief meenar

Like

Soulja boy on the beat

But you can call me chef boyardee

Cause I'm a heat this shit

And I'm a eat this shit

Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit

Then I flush and whipe my ass

Guns slinger like a pass

I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary

Your tailfary farytale very frail

And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail

Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit

Or leave em face down in the f**kin ocean

I ain't on no other shit bitch I'm on some more shit

That hello how you doing I am at your front door shit

That aww naw he got a gun oh shit... shit... shit

Ok, It's young money what you know about it,

The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the sould out it,

And all that frontin' shit n**ga I don't know bout it,

Call me master j, bitch I'm so bout it,

Even my hoe bout it, and don't doubt it,

Cause we both would be angelina and brad'n,

Spazzin and blastlin, blastin and rattitatin,

And nah I don't cook but like potatoes I'll mash em,

I don't give a f*** about your money or your fashion,

Shots through the window where your brand new assed

You get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin, pawn box n***as no crutches no casts,

No wheel chair just the two door long black wagon

Flowers on the side and four wheels to steer,

I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care,

So f*ck what they doin over there I'm doin me here,

Your nothin like me f**k boy don't be outlandish

We gorrilas in the mist ya'll just some kung fu pandas,

Sweet liek fantas, my blood is the same as bruce banner

He record on the camera mother**** all the bullshit and

Antics, they sayin he ain't gotta get a clearance for wayne, that's a disadvantage, being broke is a foreign

Language to me for me like spanish music we direct thrillers, call me john landis. nigga

Fuck dat nigga in the red jacket nigga.

Let's go

504 slaughter house blood bath lil nigga stand tall like a giraffe one man gang animal canival eat rappers for dinner my nick name hanniable guns 4 days I show u what this canon do. hit you split yo mothafuckin man in 2 I grab a chopper south park that's how I hold a toy I aim and crank dat bitch like soulja boy I'm a in dah streets one deep I can hold my own shit it's only on seat and I control the throne look bitch I'm on my craze shit you see the gun poking out like shen nae nae lips bang watch yo lips wen talking cause I be on grave nigga leaking in yo coffin rest in pist when I die let me rest in clips ranboe I'm a go out my Sylvester shit bang

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