Bang Bang Lyrics - Singles - Jacki-o

Checkmate- 

This is La Macarena- just call me Quanto. 

But nowadays everybody wanna be Blanco- 

Guess I'm renamein' 'em- but I ain't blamein' 'em. 

I laugh at these bitches- they macadamia'n. 

3-0-5 chin checker- straight Down South girl. 

You fucking with the real Cocaine Cowgirl. 

Rich. 

You can copy her- she got it from me. 

You know, the little man- they always want to get it for cheap. 

Bitch. 

Straight out the lab- ain't been stepped on. 

The last real bitch alive has just been slept on- Jack Rippa'. 

No one's above and I'm hated for the same reasons that I'm loved. 

They walkin' contradictions- hypocritical thieves. 

That's why I don't play with mutts- they all got fleas. 

Money make me smile- Mother- fucka' friend. 

And I don't let shit slide- I love revenge. 

Bang, bang! 

Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) 

Bang, bang! 

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Bang, bang! 

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Man, this bitch is jacki-jackin'- she improvise more than an Italian actor. 

Seems the seamstress ran out of material- she lack fiber like a box of cereal. 

Fuck patience- moderate mediation- any technicalities so feel retaliation. 

How broke bitches dimes with nine cents- before you get on my page read the fine print. 

Jacki, Griselda Blanco- put my foot up in a rap bitch ass pronto. 

I don't do allies- they cause treason. 

I don't do emotions- they cloud reason. 

I don't play games- I don't play fair- I don't play victim- but I do play dare. 

No mercy- love is numb- the pain is like shame I only learned that once. 

Bang, bang! 

Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) 

Bang, bang! 

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Bang, bang! 

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Y'all better tell these bitches that Jacki is bad news- keep an eagle on my stomach like one of my tattoos. 

If I up it- I'm gonna aim it. 

If I shoot it- don't blame it. 

My mama- didn't want me and the street couldn't tame it. 

Better slow 'em down- tell 'em stay on they face- 

Before I snatch off they lace and have to razor they face. 

Bitches ain't trash- they dumpsters. 

If I sss-slide up on 'em- you know I'm coming with Munsters. 

And we don't got sticks- we got logs. 

And we like Mike Vick- killing dogs and all. 

Uh- 

We don't tolerate haters- cut ya' ass up and feed ya' ass to the gators. 

My shit's clean- they steppin' on dope. 

None dancein' hoes- steppin' on toes. 

Bitches 'bout as real as they facial features- makin' desperate moves is a sign of weakness. 

Bang, bang! 

Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) 

Bang, bang! 

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Bang, bang! 

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Bang, bang! 

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