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gang+ rmx v2
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Dazegxd Bee, bee, bee Gang in a brand new whip, uh, we swervin' sh*t I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out n***as And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these b*t*hes want cuff me I swear I can't do that sh*t, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she f**k with the gang and sh*t Yeah, this perc sh*t permanent, uh, man I'm so f**ked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up I'm smokin' green, that's not no cap N***a, you is not my friend, so I don't want your f**king help Dive in the pu**y, I swim in that sh*t like I am Michael Phelps I got an all red fit on me, these n***as think I came from Hell F**k all that snitching and talking my n***a, no not gonna tell Get thе f**k out my phone my n***a, get out my f**kin' cell No you is not my friеnd my n***a, no, you don't got my trail I move around in the night my n***a, you know I meant 'em well I got designer my fit my n***a, no please do not entail This n***a really down bad, I think that this n***a want a hug So you sick when I walk on that, 'cause you broke And I been gettin' bands hella' lately, I'm f**kin' hoes And I know that you mad, 'cause I count up the racks, bro I ain't worried 'bout you, you like way in the past though I got like five hoes, n***a feel like Pluto And a number one hoe, you can call me Uno And my name, yeah Madara, beat you like Naruto And my main b*t*h shy, but she give some good throat Haha, aye Yeah, ha, ha I got all designer in my closet, you cannot afford it 12 o'clock, mix it with the rush, I really like it F**ked up, b*t*h I'm really better on my 'lone sh*t Why these lil' n***as actin' like they really 'bout to do sh*t? Steppin' on these n***as, yeah you n***as is some ants, yeah Me and Dolly robbin' n***as, get the money out his hands, yeah Smoke that gas I'm so high, yeah, I don't think that I can land, yeah I heard you was talkin' sh*t so I consider him a fan, yeah (I'm recording this in my f**king house) Aye, I just want a fat b*t*h on my d**k (Bro what?) She the type to get comfortable, make her reload all my clicks And that boy talkin' real crazy, he gettin' lit back with that sh*t Okay, you give me that headache To get your money, took a decade I'm chasing this money, just to make sure that my friends ate Yeah, our sh*t bout to pay, that sh*t come by Thursday Yeah, all these boys, they lack, and I mean it in the worst way Aye, jump-jump, aye jump, watcha' doing? Aye, bullets they comin' from different sides, you best get movin' Aye, duckin', I'm weavin', I'm with my gang, we get to shootin' Aye, that b*t*h gon' text me, and she gon' ask me what I'm doing I'm in a brand new whip, with the gang, and we crusin' I got cash, I got racks If you want, talk 'bout that I spent a bag at Armani, and I just let it slip She tell me, I smell like doo-doo, I told her I'm the sh*t Yeah, your diamonds, they so fake I got cash, just like I'm Tay All the baddies, they say "hey" Damn, you're broke? I can't relate Five-star restaurant, eating steak They want a feat, then that's a payment Keep on talkin' sh*t, we push your head to the pavement Choppa, yeah, it sing, bite you like some fangs Posted with the gang, with us you cannot hang Aye, bang-bang into the room, like Ariana Bang-bang, all over you, now you are nada (EXO) I told him "stand up", "get up!", "get up!" White wife-beater, ex never really sent love Get away from the opps, I'ma shoot 'em in the face I don't like you n***as uh, all you n***as two-faced I'ma run this sh*t, man, I'm tired of this sh*t (Sh*t) Get away from the opps, I'ma shoot 'em in the face I don't like you n***as uh, all you n***as two-faced I don't like you n***as uh, all you n***as two-faced (You're surrounded, punk! Ha!) I am really burnin', I'm off the Earth I'm on a different Planet, not Neilaworld If you keep talking, make sure to tell them that I won 20 on them bands, I had to show 'em what I'm worth Dressed up my lil' b*t*h in designer, I cannot say how much it's worth Feel like Quinn, I set my pajamas, I go to sleep up off this perc And I know these n***as behind us, I had to swerve I had to (skrrt!) And we eatin' Big Benihanas, we countin' blue Benji's, hunnids We countin' blue Benjamin Franklins we don't count no Jacksons You want that lil' feature, better pay the tax then I'm laughing at you n***as, huh, Michael Blackson And free all of my n***as, uh, movin' packs in Gang in a brand new whip (gang!), uh, we swervin' sh*t I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out n***as And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these b*t*hes want cuff me I swear I can't do that sh*t, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she f**k with the gang and sh*t Yeah, this perc sh*t permanent, uh, man I'm so f**ked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up Gang in a brand new whip, uh, we swervin' sh*t I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out n***as And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these b*t*hes want cuff me I swear I can't do that sh*t, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she f**k with the gang and sh*t Yeah, this perc sh*t permanent, uh, man I'm so f**ked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up Why is it so hard to not hear?
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