Corrección Letra Gang sh*t par Waka Flocka Flame

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This that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
This that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
Aye man I love all my n*ggas man
I know these n*ggas riding
Bricksquad!

What your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em p*ssed off
Got a big Glock for that big mouth
Lately I been riding around with them sticks out
Play it how you want it n*gga I got them di*ks out
I’m on that gang sh*t show you what this shot bout
This sh*t forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

This that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
This that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
Aye man I love all my n*ggas man
I know these n*ggas riding

I done struggled took some falls
I done seen and heard it all
I done cheated I don’t lied so I’m a dog
They say search and you will find I smoke the weed to ease my mind
Don’t f*ck wit n*ggas that act like hoes I ain’t lying
Me an flock high we in the Bentley truck on the syrup
On the grove at the store smoking some sh*t you ain’t heard these n*ggas pus*y I can it through the look in they face
Flock tec loudine he put a shot to his face
Ole pus*y ass boy try to come stunt like that
5 grams in a backwood smoking runts like that
Since 17 been gettin' money b*tch I swear I ain’t stunting
I pull up in that sting ray throwin' our money lil' b*tch I’m stunting

What your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em p*ssed off
Got a big Glock for that big mouth
Lately I been riding around with them sticks out
Play it how you want it n*gga I got them di*ks out
I’m on that gang sh*t show you what this sh*t bout
This sh*t forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

I got them p*ssed off n*gga what your wrist bout
Ap 60 thousand dollars n*gga watch my plug walk
I got it all out the streets no hand out nothing for free
I was down praying on my knees
I was like father please
Can you give me a break can u give me a lick
I went in the bowl with my wrist I went in the bowl with my wrist
Kitchen stink dirty dishes
In the lab I’m a chemist
VVS glistening when a boss talk better listen

My wrist sick virus
12 finger gangsters call them type writers
Them n*ggas ain’t no gangsters they jus drive by us
Pull up in the old school with them skinny tires
Let my nuts hang
I hit the gas than I’m gone in a flash
See the lights on the dash than I pull off like a blur
Diamond exchange like I’m down in Manhattan what’s brackin'
And I know you notice the drip smoking gelato while I’m stroking ya b*tch
Get on your knees and just choke on the di*k
I get to the bag and I run up the check
Me and money identical inspired by criminals
Diamonds healthy like minerals
Aim at ya face if it’s critical

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