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YG – Sign Language Lyrics


We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches

Fours, deuces, tres, switches

Riders, money, houses, boats

Notes, uncompromising quotes

Tweakers on molly, in the hills living

Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches

Ferraris, Richard Millie models on dope

Four double O, now a n**** want the smoke

(West coast)

I’ma bang on bitch boys

Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his bitch toys

You ain’t say my name in that diss song

Bitch ass n****, that’s not a diss, boy

It’s YG AKA Chin Checker

Four hundred worth fifty million, I’m a rich stepper

Whoa, I might pop out in some leather

Or in some Dickies like, fuck your Margiela

Twist your fingers up

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Throw up you gang, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

What set you claim, n****?

Bang, n****, n****, bang

It’s all the same, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Twist your fingers up

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Throw up you gang, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

What set you claim, n****?

Bang, n****, n****, bang

It’s all the same, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Yeah, bang on ’em

Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on ’em

I hang with the savages, we got ranks on ’em

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

Cherry red, I’m flamed up, cherry red Chucks


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

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

Yelling free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs

Big drip, hoes, tricks, Glock nine, long clips

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 n****, six figures, ain’t shit, you bitch n****

Lit n****, they pay me to pop shit, n****

A verse from me is like four or five bricks, n****

And at the video shoot I do this, n****

Twist your fingers up

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Throw up you gang, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

What set you claim, n****?

Bang, n****, n****, bang

It’s all the same, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Twist your fingers up

Bang, n****, n****, bang

Throw up you gang, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

What set you claim, n****?

Bang, n****, n****, bang

It’s all the same, n****

Bang, n****, n****, bang

We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches

Fours, deuces, tres, switches

Riders, money, houses, boats

Notes, uncompromising quotes

Tweakers on molly, in the hills living

Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches

Ferraris, Richard Millie models on dope

Four double O, now a n**** want the smoke

(West coast)


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