Suga Bang Bang

Suga Bang Bang - Don't Test / Wu Stallion lyrics

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[Suga Bang Bang] 

It's time, it's time to come again 

Summer time and spring time long gone again 

Anything test, anything gone drop 

Tellin me "Blood muffy run, blood muff gone fi run" 

If a sound test I tell 'em rude boy come 

Bout them 9 millimeter in the nineteen top 

And don't test me, now 

Don't try me, now, now, now, stallion stallion 

Ain't lettin anyone done come test me, now, now, now, now, now, now 

Stallion, stallion, stallion 

Ain't seein them let done come, tellin 'me murdered dim him him him 

Nuna-nuna-him-him man a run dim dim dim dim 

Knew dem know that me no take back no truck 

Come my glock bark me .4-5, licka licka shot 

Tell another sound boy this, I must pop a shot 

In them tears, him back, tell him must fall back 

Tell em tell em tell em, round go away 

Round go way, tell 'em don' come and test, tell 'em don' come and test 

Me another champion, means another champion 

Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? Who dat talk? 

Suga Bang Bang tell 'em homey run on the spot 

And the cop wan me merk me and me nah licka shot 

Stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion, stallion 

They don't know me 

Body bag cannot try him 

Know me, know me, know me, stallion no forgot 

Nineteen ninety nine, boy me radiant love 

Tellin em cock back the big ten dem call to us 

And we even fuck de pussy hole, the wrong come test 

Hear me no hear me, hear me 

And them don't see me, see me 

Say why them try me, try me 

And no ready to hear me, hear me 

Pay attention, but with premonition 

So tell em a champion, why me nah run? 

Don't don't try try to test a champion champion 

If you not ready ready ready ready ready 

Stallion stallion stallion stallion, eh? eh? eh? eh? eh? eh?, sound boy 

Wu-Tang come again come again come again 

Do you want to come test a champion 

And he not ready ready ready ready no 

8 or 9:30, in a Sunday morning 

I'm been smokin since my grandpa, grandpa, grandpa 

He say "Ill little youth man, don't move too fast, too fast, too fast" 

Cuz this crazy crazy world, that you livin in 

They don't understand, no they don't understand 

Son me live a little kid, tellin me a reality 

And say some come as GTT, and some come of them 5% 

And some of them come fight me, lyricists are easy 

And some of them come fight, but me nasty 

Come test test tellin em jockey 

And tellin me right 'pon the ease, is it easy 

And some of them don't know me me me me 

Me do well steady, and me world for the love but they want come fi test 

And they don't ready ready ready ready 

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