Correction Paroles Bing Bong (Remix) par Fat Joe

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Bing-bong
I'm with the kings of New York and this the theme song
Crack
(Vinny Idol, n***a)

Ayo, pain don't care about sun, put your lights out
Know how many homies I seen died when it's nights out?
I'm the big daddy 'caine with the raw, fool
Now what you want, huh? Dope or dog food?
Keep it a kilo, no one's hard as me
Birthed out the water, started charging fees
Surfing Maybachs make it hard to breathe
So we post it on the 'Gram for the gods to see
Yo, I'm too G, Dapper Dan designed me
Been freshman since the cla** of '93
I put the bing to your bong, blow your whole melon
Put the beats on your moms, not what the doc selling
Four million on the watch, that's a lot of dancing
Twenty thousand square feet, that's a lot of mansion
Balenciaga with the boot, n***as stay hating
The whole Coney Island know, n***as ain't nathan
It's Crack

Bing-bong (Bingy)
You little dusty motherf**ker, you got ringworm (F**k out of here)
I used to be gorilla, but now I'm King Kong
I'm with the kings of New York and this the theme song (That's a factory)
Oh, you thought this sh*t was done, stupid? (Never)
You better go and get your gun, stupid (Grrah)
I got Crack on the track like I'm Pun, stupid (And the Ghost)
Even Biggie would tell you that I'm the one, stupid
They said it was finished (Nah)
Then I made it more popping and they said it's a gimmick (Stop)
I told 'em f**k your life, suck a d**k with your wife's mouth (Then what?)
Then I brought Coney Island to the White House (Woo)
Tour state to state and they knowing my raps (Facts)
You should've got at me before, now ain't no holding me back (Nope)
They thought it was all jokes, ain't even know that I rap
The bullet hit him and he died, he ain't even know he got clapped (Grrah)
Now I walk into the club and b*t*hes drop to the floor (Oh my God)
Don't let the internet fool you, you'll get rocked in the jaw (Woo)
They asked if I could do it again, I told 'em, "Bet me"
A billion on Tik-Tok, don't ever disrespect me, stupid

Loopy though
Nah, n***a, you el stupido
Goofy-a** character, type to marry a groupie ho (Goofy)
Bing-bong
I'm at your front door, ding-dong
The white girl on Empire State Building, but King Kong
F**k with a bored ape, you go the yacht club (Bored ape)
It's no f**king thing to put your brain in a hot tub (No f**king thing)
That's an NFT, I'll p*ss in your Hennessey
I'm about peace, but I got issues and tendencies (I got issues)
I know I need therapy (I know)
But I'm in the Alpine 7, fully loaded, the homie trilled in the Cherokee (Fully loaded)
Know that he's strapped too (Ah), his gun ain't for tattoos (Uh-uh)
I'm player-based, but you a sweet, f**k it, it's jackfruit (It's jackfruit)
They ask me where I stay, tell 'em out of the way (I'm out the way)
Ain't a beach on your block, how you riding the wave? (How?)
How you lit without a fire? Who survived in the flames? (Who?)
Bing-bong, you not a player if you not in the game, Ghost
Bing-bong (Bingy)
You little dusty motherf**ker, you got ringworm (F**k out of here)
I used to be gorilla, but now I'm King Kong
I'm with the kings of New York and this the theme song (That's a factory)

Sh*t, n***a, hehe, bing-bong
You n***as trash, you motherf**kers should've been gone
Gigantic bars flatten every f**ker, sing this song
You crab lice infected rap n***as wearing thongs (Haha, hahaha)
My n***a, bing-bong
I slap n***as with paddles like I'm playing ping-pong
Everything about me real right, y'all n***as been wrong
Simultaneous f**king four b*t*hes, d**k long
Type of sh*t we did used to cause a vomit
Front on the block after n***as went in your partner's wallet
Sicker than colon cancer when they find a polyp
Mister Cee, when I give you this verse, they feel a wallop
Hehe, f**k you talking 'bout? Bing-bong
I put my foot nay by they face, King Kong
I sell every type of drug, you see the strip long
Coke, crack, dope, weed, explosive, big bomb
Hahaha

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