Bang

Verse 1
I done fked *The Baddest girls* ask Trina
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified
I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
who love guns, money, girls, and furs
Sittin up in the mans', runnin s**t
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
think I change I just wanna watch 'em change
Livin the American dream
Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
That's all I could talk about in these sixteen
Cuz that's all I live, ask Tibs
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, s**t

CHORUS 4X:
wanna bang, we could bang
wanna slang, we could slang

Verse 2
wanna bang we could bang out
Til the clip's done, or your vital arteries hang out
Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot
Raise the price and connect the dots
Through life's journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils
A couple of mils and good attorneys
Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days
I'll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
My wife and my b*tch fightin over my notes
All my skied north makin a toast
Til hell, just gimme bad girls in Channel
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
And the judge that's gon' set my bail

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Verse 3
I'm on top of this s**t, look at the wrists
Too much rocks in this s**t, aint that a b*tch
Make hits, til my last breath
With that nigg*, the P U double F
So lay back in the cut motherfker 'fore you get shot
I kill on the spot like a cop
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
Give girls nothing but breathmints and this c*ck
Call me what, there's a way to eat
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
I'm in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep
Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin
Brooklyn nigg* what you say, keep stylin
My air force ones you couldn't walk a mile in
I love politics, narcotics, and violins
Bad Boy forever, we move in silence

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