paroles de chanson Bang - Kilroy

Killa bitch
Never illiterate
Unless I'm talking to them people
Then I don't remember shit
I been out here on my own for more than a little bit
Stacked more than a lil chips
Fucked more than a lil bitches

I'm more occupied on my riches
I feel like Bobby Brown
Same ole nigga but a New Edition
I pop up when I wanna
I'm a new magician
Plus I popped you
Never running out of ammunition

Never stop the spitting
Only stop the reminiscing
Told myself this morning that it's time to wake up and get it
Now I'm all up in they phone like a fucking widget
Turn this shit around again like a fucking fidget
My money taller than a fucking midget
I got a white freak bitch I call her fucking Bridgette
I fuck her brains out and then I tell her keep her distance
Send her home
She don't even know I'm burning bridges

Turn and listen or you'll turn up missing
My niggas turn up on the daily and I'm right there with them
I never fucked with fugazy never in my life
Only fucked with the real
Better get it right
I want a piece of the pie
I don't even give a damn if it's the thinnest slice
Just say I'm raising up my business price
I been good, been gucci, been great, bitch I been alright
That's how you feel when you living life

To the fullest but don't be mistaken I'm gone pull it
Like a ponytail, I ain't talking mullet
Niggas think they werewolves
Tell them that I wear wolves
Pull up if you wanna you could get the silver bullet
Bang

I fucked your main bitch, man it ain't no thing
I'm messing with the ocean like nova cane
I want all of my bread bitch, every grain
Hundreds, fifties and ones
I'll even accept change
To me it's all the same
You know they gone pay
That's why I thank God every day
'Cause without his love I would've went like every way
Dug myself into an earlier grave
Nigga that's not the wave
At least not for me, that's why a nigga move cockily
Might cop the heat then let it speak
Thirty pages for a whole speech
But Nina talk quick, so usually we just keep it brief

In the briefcase, yelling out for Pete's sake
I want all of my cake, all of my cheese bitch cheesecake
Each day I value like a keepsake
I got the broom with me I could turn it to a sweepstakes
Leave your ass in deep space
Start sliding when they get some lee-way
That's why I make sure everything prepaid
Waking up and making up music in the middle of the night
So everyday you know a nigga sleep late

Run it like a relay, real niggas relate
Fuck any delay fuck any debate
Smoking on the freeway toking with the DJ
And when I pass
I wanna hear soulja on your fucking replay nigga