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Paroles de la chanson Bang Man par Fredo Bang
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy) I ain't never stood down, ya heard me?
They be talkin' 'bout they be lookin' for me (I'ma bang on 'em)
(I'ma bang on 'em)
(Droppin' hits and killin shit just like a bang man)
(Simo Fre just killed this)
Catch me in Miami with a bitch I met on OnlyFans
Hit her with that thing, and now she love it when I'm in her pants
Bang who? You better have your tool if I get up with you
Ask dumbway news, they'll sell their soul for an interview
They be talkin' 'bout they be lookin' for me (I'ma bang on 'em)
(I'ma bang on 'em)
(Droppin' hits and killin shit just like a bang man)
(Simo Fre just killed this)
Catch me in Miami with a bitch I met on OnlyFans
Hit her with that thing, and now she love it when I'm in her pants
Bang who? You better have your tool if I get up with you
Ask dumbway news, they'll sell their soul for an interview
Damn shame, I bring up your name and they don't fuck with you
I'm the bang man, they wanna be like him, ain't no 'nother you
Niggas talkin' 'bout thirty, I know sixty, free my youngin' due
Mighta took some L's, I bent them bitches into W's
Real head bussa, I'm a BadAzz like my cousin Boo'
Red runner, I got blood stuck under my tennis shoes
Big cutter, woodgrain on it, look like peanut butter
Switch on it, it go "Grrr, grrr", call it big stutter
Stop shit, head or the chest, I got options
Opp bitch, took her up town now she a top bitch
She bump Big Latto, say it's on the floor, I tell her mop this
I'm the bang man, they wanna be like him, ain't no 'nother you
Niggas talkin' 'bout thirty, I know sixty, free my youngin' due
Mighta took some L's, I bent them bitches into W's
Real head bussa, I'm a BadAzz like my cousin Boo'
Red runner, I got blood stuck under my tennis shoes
Big cutter, woodgrain on it, look like peanut butter
Switch on it, it go "Grrr, grrr", call it big stutter
Stop shit, head or the chest, I got options
Opp bitch, took her up town now she a top bitch
She bump Big Latto, say it's on the floor, I tell her mop this
I love my bitches, still wan' fuck GloRilla cause I'm toxic
My old ladies, when you hear this song, I say sorry
Ain't talk to Durk in a minute but I still love my dawg, yeah
He know me, I'll put a niggas ass to sleep, like it's time for bed
He ran his mouth, just lose his niggas now they got push his tees
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
My old ladies, when you hear this song, I say sorry
Ain't talk to Durk in a minute but I still love my dawg, yeah
He know me, I'll put a niggas ass to sleep, like it's time for bed
He ran his mouth, just lose his niggas now they got push his tees
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Free Osama, he be really spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Marijuana smoke up in the air, it won't never land
Hit his block, he gon' see a doctor just like Bandman
Stop playin', why you sayin' my name? Bitch, you been a fan
2015, used to have that Glock up in my Robin jeans
Call me Stevie, got niggas claimin' they oppers, I ain't ever seen
Miss me, I can't give no broke nigga my energy
I say ain't it, mane, I'm good with all the killers up in Tennessee
Bend ya knees, arms left and right do the choppa dance
Free Osama, he be really spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Marijuana smoke up in the air, it won't never land
Hit his block, he gon' see a doctor just like Bandman
Stop playin', why you sayin' my name? Bitch, you been a fan
2015, used to have that Glock up in my Robin jeans
Call me Stevie, got niggas claimin' they oppers, I ain't ever seen
Miss me, I can't give no broke nigga my energy
I say ain't it, mane, I'm good with all the killers up in Tennessee
Bend ya knees, arms left and right do the choppa dance
Always got my gun up in the club I almost never lack
I seen his post, he call me out my name, he must be type of feds
I'm really like they Daddy in my city, I put belt to ass
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bang Man
You niggas know who I am, man (I'm the Bang Man)
I seen his post, he call me out my name, he must be type of feds
I'm really like they Daddy in my city, I put belt to ass
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the Bang Man, (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bang Man
You niggas know who I am, man (I'm the Bang Man)
2015, 2014, all the other years, grrt
Big gun powder, ya heard me?
I'm comin' dolo in that four door
Put ya soul up, nigga
(Droppin' hits and killin shit just like a bang man)
Big gun powder, ya heard me?
I'm comin' dolo in that four door
Put ya soul up, nigga
(Droppin' hits and killin shit just like a bang man)
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