You leftI hate the way that you leftI love the way you, oh, oh, okayYou want me to go and goBangBangI love you, okay
Deep voice the bastard, the daily conversationGluttony for pigs, I never had baconI eat my bitch, never leave my face vacant(Her clit, her clit, it got me full)I love you, you taught a young nigga patienceBlack and red, rager, I'm a SlayerI'm the only fan, I never had to pay her, okay (okay and she says)
Bang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up again
Bang me up againBefore you left meBefore you need me, ohI don't understandWhy you need itBut you get paid oh so
Bang me up baby in the passenger wetOne hand on the phone and the other on chestOne round with Wavy, I'll put her to restBang, bang, okayOutspoken blurting the life of Tourette'sI know that it's you and you fucking for checksSo when I look at you crazy don't ask about respectOh, oh okay
The lost oneI never paid for sexYou could say I paid for stressIn the back, she's giving neckGo ahead and take one'Cause it takes one to know oneBeen the same nigga since '01And she love when her soul is gone
Bang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up againBang me up again, uh uhBang me up againBang me up again
I got advice for you little broNever put your money to a hoeShe want a Birkin bag or a toteTen bands written for your noteOh, cost, oh smokedLittle nigga you just got smokedI, I never been finessedShe want me to bang her up, but I just want sex next
Bang me up get insideI want to see you rideTitle I give your mineNever escape my mindBang me up get insideI want to see you rideTitle I give your mineNever escape my mind
I can, I guess