Correction Lyrics Bada Bing by Jim Jones

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Lyrics

Uh
Nah, b*t*h, I don't speak in French
Oui oui, ho
Facts

Every time I pull up with a ting
Fast cars, diamond rings
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the chopper sing
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Bada boom, bada bing
My youngin make the drummers

Bada boom, bada bing (Uh), got a room, got a ting (Facts)
House so big that the room's got a wing (Where you at?)
You could see the stars and the moons in my ring (Bling-bling)
Always show love to the goons in the bing (East side)
I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H (Grr)
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a bunch of weight (Yeah)
And the cars got stars like they come from outer space (Ooh)
And the rocks in my watch lookin' like they're jumpin' out the face (Stupid)
All this water on my body got me drippin' wet (Really)
Fly clothes that I be rockin' got me dripping fresh (Ah, ayy)
You know I f**k 'em then I duck 'em, had them b*t*hes stressed
And I just laugh and leave 'em on read when I get the text

Choppers singing like a group
Droppin' hits, yeah, bazook'
f**k the four door, I'ma coupe it
From the floor up, I maneuver
Look 'em up, it's all a cap
Made millions off of trap
Starter bundle, that's a pack
Put the South Bronx on my back
From the ground up to the skyscrapers
Front and we gon' violate ya
Judge like "You high, ain't you?"
Coupe, yeah, wild spacious
Black truck, new body
Jet with two pilots
Diamond rings, more dollars
New ting, no mileage
Stars worth of stars in the Wraith
Got a table like a bar, buy the bar with the eight
I'ma ball like Jamal, yeah, Crawford with the cake
Chopper singing with the bass, joint moving like she laced, ha

My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers

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