DJ Mustard - Bang Out lyrics

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DJ Mustard - Bang Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] Hold up, money talk so you know what? Ain't nothing to talk about, you ain't got enough cuz Rock star d** break a b**h heart, no love Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, f**in with no scrub n***as want connects, got no plugs n***a say they high, got no buzz Popsicle n***as wanna talk sh** then say you froze up Young n***as wanna pop pills, just po up Went on a bang, Went on a bang b**hes came for me and my n***a eazy Threw that b**h out, got that ho one way Said she tryna stay, told that b**h no way That's a preme n***a, B ripper, grim reaper I don't get mad b**h, I just get even T-Raw magician, I don't gotta trick or treat it That Ferrari California make a b**h a believer [Hook] Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out Make it rain even when it's rained out Turn up, bang out Bang out, bang out Turn up, b-bang out Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out [Verse 2: Tyga] Met a b**h last night, won't believe it f** her so hard, b**h probably stopped breathing k**ed the p**y, in the hotel screamin Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper The room, keep it I f**ed now I don't need it T-Raw semen splattered on a b**h beaver Pipe dreamin, f**in with a real baller The b**h is a b**h so I'm gon call er Then they act up, call the backup Don't matter, as if she ever mattered b**h shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up Tell her sit up, got her face down, b**h don't put yo head up Yea, bitin on er ear Got a old b**h, p**y like souvenir I hop up in it, n***a I ain't never scared Closet full of straps and the condom right here What I got? [Hook] [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin Never see me strollin, 40's I be holdin Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin My stereo's bumpin that ATL funk You can call it what you want Either way the sh** bump I'm a evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up I'mma put these things on you and never let up See my mama, she was home when I was born Bet a n***a like to eat sh** than never been born But I ain't going out unless 30 n***as die I'm dyin anyway so I'm thinkin suicide Shut the f** up n***a cuz you ain't seen sh** I'm bout to take this blade and straight up rip [Outro: Ice Cube] A b**h is a b**h So if I'm poor or rich I talk in the exact same pitch Now the title of b**h don't apply to all women But all women have a little b**h in em

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