CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Concussions

Gang
Young street n***a
Young street n***a
Young street n***a
Gang (gang)
Woah Woah Woah

Since I f**ked the game up, they tryna f**k my name up
You call the police if you want, but you know they can't tame us
My old hoes hate my new ways cause I came up
We’re old poles weak as new bodies b*t*h we dangerous
My rich b*t*h make a broke b*t*h get a change up
We cut her up, left the paramedics picking brains up
We got the chain and we got the things get a change up
The white sh*t I searched for make the fiends veins blow up
I walk mad as my designer, I got mix matched route