Ever feel locked in a trap ?
I Come at you like a bat
Crushing y'all, it feels like a slap
Know you get yours
Wherever I'm at.
Bang your head
Bounce it up on this shit
Bounce it up for the gang
Damn scream my name on this shit,
Whenever you see me
You get those lines that set you free
You get the the chords
I got the key
I'm the only apple on that tree
Sing for me next time
Im tired seeing y'all sad
Toxins driving you mad
Fixed on release behaving so bad
Sipping on the jack
Promised this ain't a trap
Whatever makes you insane
You ll forget all that crap
Liberate you from your bonds
Fly away with the Gang
Showing yo ass for the gram
Pills molly Xan
You think that would get you fame?
You think you real
I'll make you squeal
So if you ask
I got the stash
Something so pure
It makes it clear
Blow it up
Party's over when I crash
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
F*ck it 'til I reach
So beat it for the gang
Know what I can teach
Killing for the game
Never for the fame
Now you know my name
She screaming it again
Never faking that I'm rich
I click, bang
You though it was supposed to be the end
Still gambling I got some more tricks
I'll be the king that f*cks the queen
One two three four
Digging that shit 'til the end for the gang
Then my dreams come true
When bitches come through
Always hot you ain't got no clue
Blowin' your mind cuz I'm out of the blue
Straight ahead I got the eye of tiger
Ain't got no time it ain't about the hour
Keep it romantic what about some flowers
Keep you awake
It ain't about the powder
Bang my head on that track
Fill my cup with some jack
Cold blooded I got that
Bringing you all to my trap
Making my own shit always try to stay real
F*ck your feelings then I'll tell you what I feel
Ain't about a city boy it's just about the trill
Born in Paris France
I'm Going for the kill
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
Lou.C - Game Boy Lyrics
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Ever feel locked in a trap ?
I Come at you like a bat
Crushing y'all, it feels like a slap
Know you get yours
Wherever I'm at.
Bang your head
Bounce it up on this shit
Bounce it up for the gang
Damn scream my name on this shit,
Whenever you see me
You get those lines that set you free
You get the the chords
I got the key
I'm the only apple on that tree
Sing for me next time
Im tired seeing y'all sad
Toxins driving you mad
Fixed on release behaving so bad
Sipping on the jack
Promised this ain't a trap
Whatever makes you insane
You ll forget all that crap
Liberate you from your bonds
Fly away with the Gang
Showing yo ass for the gram
Pills molly Xan
You think that would get you fame?
You think you real
I'll make you squeal
So if you ask
I got the stash
Something so pure
It makes it clear
Blow it up
Party's over when I crash
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
F*ck it 'til I reach
So beat it for the gang
Know what I can teach
Killing for the game
Never for the fame
Now you know my name
She screaming it again
Never faking that I'm rich
I click, bang
You though it was supposed to be the end
Still gambling I got some more tricks
I'll be the king that f*cks the queen
One two three four
Digging that shit 'til the end for the gang
Then my dreams come true
When bitches come through
Always hot you ain't got no clue
Blowin' your mind cuz I'm out of the blue
Straight ahead I got the eye of tiger
Ain't got no time it ain't about the hour
Keep it romantic what about some flowers
Keep you awake
It ain't about the powder
Bang my head on that track
Fill my cup with some jack
Cold blooded I got that
Bringing you all to my trap
Making my own shit always try to stay real
F*ck your feelings then I'll tell you what I feel
Ain't about a city boy it's just about the trill
Born in Paris France
I'm Going for the kill
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
I Come at you like a bat
Crushing y'all, it feels like a slap
Know you get yours
Wherever I'm at.
Bang your head
Bounce it up on this shit
Bounce it up for the gang
Damn scream my name on this shit,
Whenever you see me
You get those lines that set you free
You get the the chords
I got the key
I'm the only apple on that tree
Sing for me next time
Im tired seeing y'all sad
Toxins driving you mad
Fixed on release behaving so bad
Sipping on the jack
Promised this ain't a trap
Whatever makes you insane
You ll forget all that crap
Liberate you from your bonds
Fly away with the Gang
Showing yo ass for the gram
Pills molly Xan
You think that would get you fame?
You think you real
I'll make you squeal
So if you ask
I got the stash
Something so pure
It makes it clear
Blow it up
Party's over when I crash
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
F*ck it 'til I reach
So beat it for the gang
Know what I can teach
Killing for the game
Never for the fame
Now you know my name
She screaming it again
Never faking that I'm rich
I click, bang
You though it was supposed to be the end
Still gambling I got some more tricks
I'll be the king that f*cks the queen
One two three four
Digging that shit 'til the end for the gang
Then my dreams come true
When bitches come through
Always hot you ain't got no clue
Blowin' your mind cuz I'm out of the blue
Straight ahead I got the eye of tiger
Ain't got no time it ain't about the hour
Keep it romantic what about some flowers
Keep you awake
It ain't about the powder
Bang my head on that track
Fill my cup with some jack
Cold blooded I got that
Bringing you all to my trap
Making my own shit always try to stay real
F*ck your feelings then I'll tell you what I feel
Ain't about a city boy it's just about the trill
Born in Paris France
I'm Going for the kill
Bang
Banging my head with the gang
Hey bang
Banging my head with the gang
Say bang bang
Banging my head banging my head
Bang
Banging my head with the Gang
Writer: Luigi Marletta, Sophie Gaillard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid