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DJ Drama and Lil Wayne - Bang Bang Lyrics



DJ Drama and Lil Wayne - Bang Bang Lyrics




(feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda)

[Lil Wayne:]
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 [gunshots] like [gunshots] yeah
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

[Jae Millz:]
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 [laughs]
F*ck dat nigga in the red jacket nigga.

[Gudda Gudda:]
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 mothaf*ckin 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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(feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda)

[Lil Wayne:]
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 [gunshots] like [gunshots] yeah
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

[Jae Millz:]
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 [laughs]
F*ck dat nigga in the red jacket nigga.

[Gudda Gudda:]
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 mothaf*ckin 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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Writer: CECIL MACK, JAMES P JOHNSON, JAMES P. JOHNSON, MAARTEN M VORWERK, QUINTEN VAN DEN BERG, SHANDRO SANDRO SILVA JAHANGIER, SONNY BONO, TIJS M VERWEST, WILL ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management




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