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YG – Sign Language Lyrics

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[Intro]

We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches

Fours, deuces, treys, switches

Riders, money, houses, boats

Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes

Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’

Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches

Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope

Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke

(West Coast)

[Verse 1]

I’ma bang on bitch boys (Uh-oh)

Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his bitch toys

You ain’t say my name in that diss song

Bitch ass nigga, that’s not a diss, boy

It’s YG aka Chin-Checker

4Hunnid worth fifty million, I’m a rich stepper

Woah, I might pop out in some leather

Or in some Dickies like, fuck your Margiela

[Chorus]

Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)

Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang

What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang

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It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang

Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, bang on ’em (Bang on ’em)

Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on ’em (Uh-oh)

I hang with the savages, we got rank on ’em (Sacks)

Went from broke to rich, I had to change on ’em (Yeah)

Cherry red, I’m flamed up, cherry red Chucks (Yeah)

On gang, Blood, we don’t do no head up’s

I’m the one they call when they get jammed up

Yellin’ free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs

Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips

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Bitch strip-pole, gripped on Bloods, I’m with a few Crips

Fuck good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart

Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard

Rich nigga, six figures, ain’t shit, you bitch nigga

Lit nigga, they pay me to pop shit, nigga

A verse from me is like four or five bricks, nigga

And at the video shoot I do this, nigga

[Chorus]

Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)

Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang

What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang

It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang

Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

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It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

[Outro]

We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches

Fours, deuces, treys, switches

Riders, money, houses, boats

Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes

Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’

Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches

Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope

Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke

(West Coast)


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