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Bang Bang Video (MV)




Performed By: fmfcee
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Cj Thompson




fmfcee - Bang Bang Lyrics
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She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight
You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
Ill send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight
Got more ice than Johnny Dang, up the fye, Better aim
They be thinkin' shit's sweet nah, this shit is Not a game
What you reachin' for? You got nothin' in Them Hanes
You is not Chief Keef, you do not bang, bang
Tatted Ariana, since all of my pistols Grande' Yeah, I really got two Ks, I ain't talkin bout No Ronnie
My pockets gettin' fatter, I ain't putting Them on diets
Yeah, your bitch pussy wetter for me, look Like that bitch cryin'
Trappin' on the sides of apartments, I was Gettin' to it
Two for Tens was goin' crazy, got the sack And I went stupid
In Love with getting money, red heart emoji Like I'm Cupid
Yeah, I been shittin' on them, baby, this ain't Regular sewage
He my son, tried to be like me and started Makin' music
Bitch, I'm one of one, you can't be like me, you Stupid
Try to walk, try to talk, and post up like me, You goofy
If I ain't first, then I'm last, and if I'm last, Then just shoot me
Every time I step, we goin' viral like a movie
Put my kids up on her lip, then get back up Inside that coochie
Baby, let me lick it, mm, yeah, I wanna Stretch you
I don't care if he finds out, the best sex be Stressful
She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans, I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
I send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight
I'm a submarine, the way my heart for her Sunk
I was in knee deep, but I can't stand when I'm numb
We all got our problems, not the type to just Run
The only time I run is when I'm letting off Slugs
Only time I let off slugs if I get crossed By Love
Only time I really love is if my heart fits the Glove
Only time I fit the glove if the opps run it up
But that won't ever happen, praise the Highest man above
One of God's soldiers, baby girl, I'm heaven Sent
By the way that we be f*ckin', it'll get a Little devilish
She got that designer pussy, shit'll make You spend a bit
But I ain't scared to blow a Bag, I've been on some other shit
When I get into my feelings, all I trust is Money
Harriet Tubman twenties wouldn't take me For no dummy
I've been on a mission, turn them twenties To them hunnids
Work till I got bunions, need my millions Refunded
I don't ever knock hustles, go and get Yourself a bundle
Pockets never in a drought, I can never Drain the funnel
Ain't gon' lie, I'm sippin' purple, its more Purple than a nurple
That shit got me fallin' over, but we get up Like Steve Urkel
She like jumpin' to conclusions, guess she Practicing her hurdles
I'm the first to get the worm, all these other Rappers turtles
I've been stuck inside her head, she got me All inside her journal
Got the snakes boxed up, I done threw them Out my circle, yeah
She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans, I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
I send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight Ha
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She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight
You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
Ill send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight
Got more ice than Johnny Dang, up the fye, Better aim
They be thinkin' shit's sweet nah, this shit is Not a game
What you reachin' for? You got nothin' in Them Hanes
You is not Chief Keef, you do not bang, bang
Tatted Ariana, since all of my pistols Grande' Yeah, I really got two Ks, I ain't talkin bout No Ronnie
My pockets gettin' fatter, I ain't putting Them on diets
Yeah, your bitch pussy wetter for me, look Like that bitch cryin'
Trappin' on the sides of apartments, I was Gettin' to it
Two for Tens was goin' crazy, got the sack And I went stupid
In Love with getting money, red heart emoji Like I'm Cupid
Yeah, I been shittin' on them, baby, this ain't Regular sewage
He my son, tried to be like me and started Makin' music
Bitch, I'm one of one, you can't be like me, you Stupid
Try to walk, try to talk, and post up like me, You goofy
If I ain't first, then I'm last, and if I'm last, Then just shoot me
Every time I step, we goin' viral like a movie
Put my kids up on her lip, then get back up Inside that coochie
Baby, let me lick it, mm, yeah, I wanna Stretch you
I don't care if he finds out, the best sex be Stressful
She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans, I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
I send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight
I'm a submarine, the way my heart for her Sunk
I was in knee deep, but I can't stand when I'm numb
We all got our problems, not the type to just Run
The only time I run is when I'm letting off Slugs
Only time I let off slugs if I get crossed By Love
Only time I really love is if my heart fits the Glove
Only time I fit the glove if the opps run it up
But that won't ever happen, praise the Highest man above
One of God's soldiers, baby girl, I'm heaven Sent
By the way that we be f*ckin', it'll get a Little devilish
She got that designer pussy, shit'll make You spend a bit
But I ain't scared to blow a Bag, I've been on some other shit
When I get into my feelings, all I trust is Money
Harriet Tubman twenties wouldn't take me For no dummy
I've been on a mission, turn them twenties To them hunnids
Work till I got bunions, need my millions Refunded
I don't ever knock hustles, go and get Yourself a bundle
Pockets never in a drought, I can never Drain the funnel
Ain't gon' lie, I'm sippin' purple, its more Purple than a nurple
That shit got me fallin' over, but we get up Like Steve Urkel
She like jumpin' to conclusions, guess she Practicing her hurdles
I'm the first to get the worm, all these other Rappers turtles
I've been stuck inside her head, she got me All inside her journal
Got the snakes boxed up, I done threw them Out my circle, yeah
She think I'm a rapper, I'm a artist tonight You can give me any beat, I match the vibe With the mic
I'm toxic, block my number, ill send a pigeon To flight
I don't care about your mans, I've been Itching to fight
Yeah, I lied baby girl, we dangerous for life
Ain't Spend a band on this pipe for it not to Ignite
You ain't talkin' to my hand, you bout to talk To the light
I send your ass to Allah on a one-way flight Ha
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Writer: Cj Thompson
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