โหลดเพลง mp3 Bang Out - Tyga

Bang Out - Tyga
Hold up money talk so you know what
Ain't nothing to talk about ye ain't got enough
Cuz rock star drugs break a b**ch heart no love
Emma Watts Charlie Sheen f**kin with no scrub
Niggas want connects got no plugs
Ni**a say they high got no buzz
Popsicle niggas wanna talk sh*t then say you froze up
Young niggas wanna pop pills just po up
Went on a bang Went on a bang
B**ches came for me and my ni**a easy
Threw that b**ch out got that hoe one way
Said she tryna stay told that b**ch no way
That's a preme ni**a B ripper grim reaper
I don't get mad b**ch I just get even
T-Raw magician I don't gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a b**ch a believer

Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out
See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up bang out
Bang out bang out
Turn up b-bang out
Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out
See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out
Met a b**ch last night won't believe it
F**k her so hard b**ch probably stopped breathing
Killed the p**sy in the hotel screamin
Knock knock going in like the housekeeper
The room keep it
I f**ked now I don't need it
T-Raw semen splattered on a b**ch beaver
Pipe dreamin f**kin with a real baller
The b**ch is a b**ch so I'm gon call er
Then they act up call the backup
Don't matter as if she ever mattered
B**ch shut up throw it up I throw the set up
Tell her sit up got her face down b**ch don't put yo head up
Yea bitin on er ear
Got a old b**ch p**sy like souvenir

I hop up in it ni**a I ain't never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got
Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out
See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up bang out
Bang out bang out
Turn up b-bang out
Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out
See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out
Beef on the street to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin 402s I be holdin
Girls in the daisies drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down French I don't see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin see the foes hoppin
My stereo's bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the sh*t bump
I'm a evil motherf**ker ready to tear sh*t up
I'mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama she was home when I was born
Bet a ni**a like to eat sh*t than never been born
But I ain't going out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dyin anyway so I'm thinkin suicide
Shut the f**k up ni**a cuz you ain't seen sh*t
I'm bout to take this blade and straight up rip
A b**ch is a b**ch
So if I'm poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of b**ch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little b**ch in em