BANG YOUR HEAD
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Bitch, get off
I was tryna be alone from the start (lone)
You can't separate the whispers from her heart (yes)
And I know that jealousy can tear us apart (yes)
And I know that Hennessy can tear us apart
Mixing alcohol with egos, getting it start (yee, ee)
Backdoors to them mosh pits, they parking the car (ayy)
I can make you rich, baby, can make you a star
Give me top don't bite
My bitch off, no white
I pull up, two tries
Everything I say, all stems from my mind, yeah
Tortured mind, yeah
Dollar signs, yeah
Poet line, four-five, hell at nights, yeah
When my jersey getting called, I believe in it, yeah
Find out your bitch pussy bald, yeah this evening
Yeah, yeah
She like backshots, how I'm beating it
Yeah, yeah
Rubbing on the clitty, I'm preheating it
Yeah, yeah
There's no competition, repetition, bitch
The kid ain't a saint, we lit up a flame, you hit and you faint
We don't need the trouble, but do what you know, we spreading the name
'Bout my chilly, ass and titties, chitty bang bang
BitcH, violà (voilà)
I just put tHe twenty-five off tHe lot (mm-hmm)
YeaH, bitcH tHey call me Wop, I got a wop
I migHt Hit your bitcH, I like a lot (It's-a me, Groovy-o)
BitcH, my watcH (my watcH)
Star-Spangled Banner in tHe clock
Her moutH tsunami, I'm a mop
I drop tHe top 'cause it was Hot (Hot, Hot, Hot)
Fuck off, lil' nigga, you's a not
If y'all niggas gon' copy, make a bop
My bank account been looking like a stream
DSPs
Gave my gHetto Hoe an M' on EBT
We gon' fuck on camera, DVD
Tryna' make a Kimmy K. or Pammy Lee
RicH as fuck, my Winters overseas
I don't do no Aston martin, boy tHey cHeap
UgH! Imma tHrow up!
And your Cybertruck look gay, I Hope it blow up (Kaboom!)
I just tipped a tHousand to my caddy
THe country clubs wHo tHink I'm serving cavi'
SHow me wHo up top, nigga, point me to His door
I'll valet His parking spot, really I'm a wHore
SHe gon' fuck me wHen I drop, pussy, I take score
If I'm sHootin, tHen He sHot (Bang your-)
(Bang your-)
Lose control of shawty, can you keep your demons off me
I been out my mind, but this time I'm out my body
Past life regrets, windows down, it get sloppy
Respect hoes, fuck it, ride me in the shotty(?)
Got nowhere to go, just meet me at the afterparty
Or hotel lobby, before the party get started
Red light, just take it as your last warning
Wake up in the morning and forget we- ohh
Poppin beans, poppin X, I done seen all of it
Lone Star, night shift, it get so enticing
She don't check receipts, the life we livin' too priceless
Diamonds blindin', they can't see the sacrifices
I'm Tyson, they just can't relate to what I'm fightin'
Money make her mood switch, show me where the light is
A crisis, acknowledging my vices
And everything that life is
I'm real enough to write this with tight lips
Topless hoes everywhere gettin' bougie lit
Pluto shit, pass around Patek, it's a groupie risk
I'm true to this, I'm just bein' me, don't give a fuck who you is
Got the world in my palms, I pack it up then I flew with it
Now you can't reach me
Everybody need me
Called it three years ago, but ain't no one believe me
Now you can't deceive me
I'm out the way completely
See me on the TV, I'm gettin' paid, believe me