Joel Fletcher, Tom Clayton - BANG Lyrics

Ya body go bang like a bullet
Don't make you a bigshot
Leave that booty in bed all tied up in a slipknot
(Uh yeah)
I be drip dripping swagger
I'm badder and still got
My 1, 2, 1, 2
So sick like the flu
Take your pills - POP!

There she go
Ohh-oh
Swishing it round
Baby get down like that
Like that
There she go
Ohh-no
Mami get real
It's time to face some facts
I hold the reins
I hold the keys
I hold the pink slips
I hold the jewels
Holding off fools loose lips sink ships

I get my swerve on
My nerves eased with this Mary-Jane

The world's on a string
It's a g-thang