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a millennium chains
Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes
You was in love with the pussy, it
You know I'm with the gang
You know we smokin flame
Sippin on drank
And swerving on lanes
Big glock on me
I hit you with this bang
Always on the move
my guy

Drink AK might wake up in the sky
Roll a window down, do a drive-by
In the caddy, running like do or die
Big backwoods, got me low-eyed

You
gang
And I ain't no muthafuckin punk, so I'm standin by the trunk, I'll turn a big dawg to a no-name
I told him "wus crackin?" He told me 
Na homie, wus
something)

[Snoop Dogg]
We hit the club like whatever's clever
Snoop Dogg without a dime piece? Never ever
Gators for the haters step to being devil real big
heard me offbeat
Pepper pepper flow with The Holy Ghost heat
You don't want no problems with me
I serve a big God even grown men weep
You ain't never
On purpose, on purpose
We hit the club and we hurtin them folks
On purpose, on purpose
You can save the hate it ain't workin

Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin
hard

I'm interested to hear ?bang? back in the days
They ain't better than my brain, young crime is pay
New Cadillacs and Bonneville's the very next day
bitch we thugged out

Yo, Peezy, bitch I'm a thug
And I'm surrounded by killers, bitch they'll murk your ass in this club
He was woofin' too fucked up
like an old school gang bang
Double dash one time for your mind yo
Double Dash always got the hydro
With the cap and the coat to match
You don't like me
say it's on, then it's on

Bang this in your whips (uh)
Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismissed all
bunz, bunz bunz (sh-she got)
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got...)

I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
so if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm
sure that she's taught
That if another look the same i'm trying ta bang off top
That's just what it is it's how i'm livin
Smokin big drankin big chillin
Gehörst du einer Elite an einem ehrenwerten
Club von Menschen, von denen es nur ganz
Wenige auf der Welt gibt denn, Kleiner
Dann bist du ein Meister
Der
shooters that'll slide 
But the AK with me
That bitch stay right by my side 
Yeah that Hoe lay with me
So you best to gone and hide 
Told you don't play with
Jag yo
See everything big in Texas
I used to own a GS, but now I'm thinkin bigger than Lexus
I will call it, crash boards like Ben Wallace
Flow for
style real serious
What you think it ain't that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's getting hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
 
Young
too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out,
to check yourself

These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em
Papa raised a player, so player, I play 'em
I got hoes
werk is van Danville tot Waterkloof
Tot Arkadia en almal wat goed weet van gewapende roof

Ek skryf vir die mense wat piekniek hou by die
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
big body range
I might just pull up with Gang 

I'ma just pull up with Gang
Top of the 6, yeah you know where we hang
Red bandanna you know what we bang
sure
I'm sexy
Barely legal, come sex me
Erotica princess, gang bang queen
Got a mouth full of balls from the tennis team

Uh, milky, milky
Cream in
banging in the tape
Big brick Nokia and man playing Snake
I see that yellow bone, she got mad yellow cake
Says she's available today for a date
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