Tyga - Bang Out Lyrics
(Verse)Hold up, money talk so you know what?Ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enoughCuz rock star drugs break a ***** heart, no loveEmma Watts, Charlie Sheen, *****in with no scrubNiggas want connects, got no plugsNigga say they high, got no buzzPopsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze upYoung niggas wanna pop pills, just po upWent on a bang, Went on a bang*****es came for me and my nigga easyThrew that ***** out, got that hoe one waySaid she tryna stay, told that ***** no wayThat’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaperI don’t get mad *****, I just get evenT-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat itThat Ferrari California make a ***** a believer(Hook)Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid outSee you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains outMake it rain even when it’s rained outTurn up, bang outBang out, bang outTurn up, b-bang outMillion dollars’ worth of cars, all paid outSee you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out(Verse)Met a ***** last night, won’t believe it***** her so hard, ***** probably stopped breathingKilled the *****, in the hotel screaminKnock knock, going in like the housekeeperThe room, keep itI *****ed now I don’t need itT-Raw semen splattered on a ***** beaverPipe dreamin, *****in with a real ballerThe ***** is a ***** so I’m gon call erThen they act up, call the backupDon’t matter, as if she ever mattered***** shut up, throw it up, I throw the set upTell her sit up, got her face down, ***** don’t put yo head upYea, bitin on er earGot a old *****, ***** like souvenirI hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scaredCloset full of straps and the condom right hereWhat I got?(Hook)Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid outSee you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains outMake it rain even when it’s rained outTurn up, bang outBang out, bang outTurn up, b-bang outMillion dollars’ worth of cars, all paid outSee you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out(Verse)Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollinNever see me strollin, 402s I be holdinGirls in the daisies, drive easy crazyRolled up my windows as I turned on my ACRollin down French, I don’t see the hoes jockinSunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppinMy stereo’s bumpin that ATL funkYou can call it what you wantEither way the shit bumpI’m a evil mother*****er ready to tear shit upI’mma put these things on you and never let upSee my mama, she was home when I was bornBet a nigga like to eat shit than never been bornBut I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas dieI’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicideShut the ***** up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shitI’m bout to take this blade and straight up ripA ***** is a *****So if I’m poor or richI talk in the exact same pitchNow the title of ***** don’t apply to all womenBut all women have a little ***** in em
