Bang Lyrics
| Song | Bang |
| Artist | Obie Trice |
| Album | The Hangover |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| No worries about the paper | |
| I ain’t getting raked, though | |
| All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
| Hopping out a fly ************t, we ain’t carrying what they do | |
| Here I’m full of ************es, here I’m both glistens | |
| She wanna orally inherit little ******s | |
| I’m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
| It’s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
| [Hook] | |
| Og up in this mother******, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
| Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang | |
| Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
| Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
| Long as the feds ain’t got you ******s wide up | |
| Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
| Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
| We in the club ******, turning ************t up | |
| I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
| After that, y’all know what follows, bang | |
| My ******s giddy up and against the law | |
| D boys, who give a ************t, we got legitimate decoys | |
| We in this ************ like a fetal position | |
| Don’t like the …coition, | |
| When you’re piecing the missing | |
| Know that she in submission | |
| On her knees in the kitchen | |
| Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
| Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
| When she speak about leaving, | |
| I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
| [Hook] | |
| Og up in this mother******, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
| Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang | |
| We ain’t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
| Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
| With local broads, after hours involves us | |
| Y’all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
| The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
| Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
| Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
| That shook girls get naked | |
| You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
| Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
| It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
| The American dream, get money! | |
| see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
| I don’t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
| Still, ******s turn ill | |
| Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
| [Hook] | |
| Og up in this mother******, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother******, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother****** | |
| Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang. |
| No worries about the paper | |
| I ain' t getting raked, though | |
| All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
| Hopping out a fly t, we ain' t carrying what they do | |
| Here I' m full of es, here I' m both glistens | |
| She wanna orally inherit little s | |
| I' m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
| It' s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
| Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
| Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
| Long as the feds ain' t got you s wide up | |
| Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
| Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
| We in the club , turning t up | |
| I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
| After that, y' all know what follows, bang | |
| My s giddy up and against the law | |
| D boys, who give a t, we got legitimate decoys | |
| We in this like a fetal position | |
| Don' t like the coition, | |
| When you' re piecing the missing | |
| Know that she in submission | |
| On her knees in the kitchen | |
| Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
| Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
| When she speak about leaving, | |
| I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
| We ain' t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
| Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
| With local broads, after hours involves us | |
| Y' all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
| The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
| Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
| Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
| That shook girls get naked | |
| You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
| Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
| It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
| The American dream, get money! | |
| see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
| I don' t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
| Still, s turn ill | |
| Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang. |
| No worries about the paper | |
| I ain' t getting raked, though | |
| All about this payroll, being me is the label | |
| Hopping out a fly t, we ain' t carrying what they do | |
| Here I' m full of es, here I' m both glistens | |
| She wanna orally inherit little s | |
| I' m in a lair in the air with your missus | |
| It' s the trice game, you know we about to bang | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
| Got the flame young boy then fired up | |
| Got them thangs young boy, we about up | |
| Long as the feds ain' t got you s wide up | |
| Cooperation with them people got you tied up | |
| Literally tied up, rocket in the cup | |
| We in the club , turning t up | |
| I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows | |
| After that, y' all know what follows, bang | |
| My s giddy up and against the law | |
| D boys, who give a t, we got legitimate decoys | |
| We in this like a fetal position | |
| Don' t like the coition, | |
| When you' re piecing the missing | |
| Know that she in submission | |
| On her knees in the kitchen | |
| Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing | |
| Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine | |
| When she speak about leaving, | |
| I might just turn up the system, bang! | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang | |
| We ain' t worried about money, we getting ours up | |
| Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up | |
| With local broads, after hours involves us | |
| Y' all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left | |
| The next city, she wanna connect with me | |
| Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply | |
| Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit | |
| That shook girls get naked | |
| You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it | |
| Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it | |
| It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it | |
| The American dream, get money! | |
| see us coming, faces turn ugly | |
| I don' t let it bug me, you still my little butted | |
| Still, s turn ill | |
| Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang! | |
| Hook | |
| Og up in this mother, hah | |
| Obie up in the mother, hah | |
| We got that heat up in this mother | |
| Get about your lane, just know it' s about to bang. |
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