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Bang (Remix)
(专辑: WWCD - 2019)
[Conway the
Machine:] Yeah (Brr), uh (Brr, brr, brr) (Brr, brr, brr) Machine (Brr) It's not a
game, nigga (Brr, brr) It's not a
fucking game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr) Look, look Ayo, I
use the
Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick Say what I
wanna say and I
don't give a
fuck, I'm rich (Ahh) Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit I
tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Haha) I
don't trust a
soul, I
don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh) Before I
fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh) I
sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I
sip Body a
rap nigga quick before the
Dutch got twist (Ayo, let's roll somethin') Yeah, the
shotty ring, this shit is not a
thing (Uh-huh) The
chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr) Uh, I'm with the
jackboys, I'm with the
robbing team (Uh-huh) On my mama, I
never rocked a
pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha) Everything I
jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine? My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines The
MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh) The
shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang Uh, the
mayo jar was Hellmann's when I
swirled the
'caine Then I
wrapped the
yayo up in cellophane (Woo) My shooter got Dame Lillard from the
elbow aim I
thought of that while I
was courtside at the
Melo game (Ahh) Bricks are off-white, I
imported some (Uh-huh) Whipping all night until the
morning come (All night, nigga) Still pitching long nights until my fortune come That's big checks on the
side like the
Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh! Ayo, they think this shit a
game, nigga (This shit a
game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a
game (This shit a
game, oh word?) Ayo, they think this shit a
game Until I
pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I
pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I
pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a
game, nigga (This shit a
game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a
game (This shit a
game, huh?) Ayo, they think this shit a
game Until I
pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Until I
pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Until I
pull up, let it [Westside Gunn:] Ayo, SE Gang, who fucking with that (Ah) Growing up, everybody mama loves you on crack We got bodies (Got bodies, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The
masters of Pinoy My nigga did five, he came home with a
kilo [Benny the
Butcher:] Yeah, I
was listening to Stan with coke flipping in the
pan I
brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the
Rams (Let's go) When it comes to my plug (Uh huh), it won't fit in the
sedan Comparing us, you can't do it, it's like Timberlands to Vans Official only, you know that, pistol under the
floor mat Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak The
pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax Gave my connect a
fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back Blocks and jail walls to spots on the
Billboard (Uh) Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn (Ayo, who that?) The
foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost (Skrrt, ah) Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off [Conway the
Machine:] Ayo, they think this shit a
game, nigga (This shit a
game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a
game (This shit a
game, oh word?) Ayo, they think this shit a
game Until I
pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I
pull up, let it ring (Let it ring) Until I
pull up, let it ring Ayo, they think this shit a
game, nigga (This shit a
game, nigga) Ayo, they think this shit a
game (This shit a
game, huh?) Ayo, they think this shit a
game Until I
pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga) Until I
pull up, let it bang (Let it bang) Until I
pull up, let it [Eminem:] I
used to be a
man of the
people Hit the
clubs and mingle (What up?) Used to dream one day I'd be fucking pink like a
flamingo (Pink) That was back when I
smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, 'cause I
was a
fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, looking back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'Cause we shot pool back in '01 Was it '02? I
don't know, but Something told me fucking not to Then we got stuck in high school, I
shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I
think of the
rappers I
slayed and buried like every night And every career I
might've killed, sometimes I
say a
prayer and I
Wonder is there a
heaven for a
G? And if so, is the
sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shooting craps at gangster's paradise Huh, here a
mic, there a
mic Everywhere a
mic, share and share alike But just don't compare alike Instead of comparing me, pick a
fair fight Compare me to lightning, that similarity's striking Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch Or all this fucking Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly shit stops Compare me to the
pistol that triggered this thought The
semi, the
Glock, 9
millis get cocked, I'm sending a
shot Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha In the
trailer park (Haha) Told her I'd play the
part like Kanan Stark's Ate her twat like a
Tater Tot, oh shit Get the
strap like a
training bra Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock But Shady's not for the
faint of heart Going at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt Y'all want drama, we can make a
scary movie like Marlon Wayans Y'all looking at the
charred remains of Charlamagne tha God Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playing I
cock back, aim, and I
spray ya like (Bang)
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