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Letra : Poman Reloaded
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial
When I flew to the set, though, I ain’t fly commercial
And the ad is global; your ad was local
When we shot it was a lot of different agriculturals
So I laugh at hopefuls; "Nicki pop!"
Only thing that’s pop is my endorsement, akh
f**k around and I'll have to go and reinforce the Glock
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Yo, is it me, or did I put these rap pigs on the map again?
You mad ’cause I’m at the Grammys with the Vatican
You in the booth, but I'm who you be channelin’
Why they never bring you name up at the panel, then?
Hottest MCs, top five
You need money? I got mine
More knots than Eric on Basketball Wives
(Ya dig?)
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Ugh, I couldn’t do your TV show, I needed ten more mil'
Not ten on the back, I need ten on signin'
Give that sh*t to a wash-up, b*t*h, I’m winnin’
If I had a label I would never sign you, hoes
Take b*t*hes to school, then I Columbine these hoes
I hear the slick sh*t, b*t*h, you washed
All you hoes cryin’—Christopher Bosh
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Ayo, now when I tell ‘em that it’s Barbie, b*t*h
Yes, I really do mean that it’s Barbie, b*t*h
Ask Mattel, they auctioned my Barbie, b*t*h
Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie, b*t*h
You at the bottom of the barrel, scrapin’
I’m out in LA at the Ice Age tapin’
I’m chillin’ at the top, I got ample time
Bite me—Apple sign, ha-ha
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang (Ha-ha-ha, yeah
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial
When I flew to the set, though, I ain’t fly commercial
And the ad is global; your ad was local
When we shot it was a lot of different agriculturals
So I laugh at hopefuls; "Nicki pop!"
Only thing that’s pop is my endorsement, akh
f**k around and I'll have to go and reinforce the Glock
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Yo, is it me, or did I put these rap pigs on the map again?
You mad ’cause I’m at the Grammys with the Vatican
You in the booth, but I'm who you be channelin’
Why they never bring you name up at the panel, then?
Hottest MCs, top five
You need money? I got mine
More knots than Eric on Basketball Wives
(Ya dig?)
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Ugh, I couldn’t do your TV show, I needed ten more mil'
Not ten on the back, I need ten on signin'
Give that sh*t to a wash-up, b*t*h, I’m winnin’
If I had a label I would never sign you, hoes
Take b*t*hes to school, then I Columbine these hoes
I hear the slick sh*t, b*t*h, you washed
All you hoes cryin’—Christopher Bosh
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Ayo, now when I tell ‘em that it’s Barbie, b*t*h
Yes, I really do mean that it’s Barbie, b*t*h
Ask Mattel, they auctioned my Barbie, b*t*h
Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie, b*t*h
You at the bottom of the barrel, scrapin’
I’m out in LA at the Ice Age tapin’
I’m chillin’ at the top, I got ample time
Bite me—Apple sign, ha-ha
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang
Bang, my sh*t bang, it bang-bang (Ha-ha-ha, yeah
