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letra de that thang on me - alan awesome

[intro: alan awesome]
‘kay i’m ridin’ ’round with that thang on me
okay i’m ridin’ ’round with that thang on me
okay i’m ridin’ ’round with that thang on me

[hook: alan awesome]
a hunnit’ shots up out that foreign car
you think you see a stain ‘cuz you haven’t seen a star
a hunnit’ shots up out that foreign car
you think you see a stain ‘cuz you haven’t seen a star

ridin’ ’round with that thang on me (x4)

(verse 1: alan awesome)
now all my n-ggas thugs, the streets they show me love
these n-ggas trynna’ f-ck my sister juss’ to get the plug
i keep a 30 on my lap everytime i’m pullin’ up
my b-tch be tweakin’ doe like “awesome put that up”
i say “shawty wuuut?”, this b-tch must be nuts
all this ice around my neck they gon’ try to stick me up
but i don’t give no f-ck, i juss’ load ’em up
send a n-gga to the reaper then i see the judge

that’s why i’m ridin’ ’round with that thang on me
big ‘ol l’s if a n-gga wanna bang on me
i got a hunnit shots, some shirts put ya’ name on ’em
you can catch me in the trap (?) ‘caine on me

now this a shout-out too my block n-gga
now this a shout-out if you shot a n-gga (x2)

ridin’ ’round with that thang on me (x4)

[verse 2: lil herb]
ridin’ ’round with that thang on me
hunnit shots don’t need aim homie
any n-gga try to play around i lay ’em down for the gang homie
on the 9 servin’ ‘caine homie
ess-x ave. where i bang homie so dont ride through i got that thang on me and i’m in the field with the same brodies
i got lots of money so i hit the club with a different rollie’
run up on me we gon’ leave em holey
you know c-money got that eagle on him
you don’t really wanna see me homie
i know you really wanna be me homie
you know i’m spendin’ stacks so easy homie and yo’ baby-mama wanna freak me homie
but dont keep it homie
i’m chillin’ (?) and they sweepin’ homie
this 40 cal. will leave you weepin’ homie
and i know why yo’ b-tch so freaky homie
‘cuz i got louie for the sneakers homie
i’m ballin’ while you in the bleachers homie
so you make thousands in a weekend homie, while i make thousands for a feature homie

ridin’ ’round with that thang on me (x4)

[verse 3: sly polaroid]
ridin’ ’round with that thang on me
every one of my chains on me, put a stain on me
b-tch you ready for your tombstone with yo’ name on it?
collect the rest of my extras, not a dime short i go insane
that presser next to that dresser, and that (?) for that foreign thang
my young n-ggas done lost it, whatever lines they cross it
we got john gotti them bosses yes we john gotti them bosses!
eastside that’s a muf-cka’
get deep-fried in that muf-cka’
police die in that muf-cka’
n-ggas cease fire in that muf-cka’
my sweat made for them slugs sprayed and my blood made for that drug trade, these gloves made for that blood-take and that plug made for that floodgate
the devil dance with my spirit lord don’t p-ss it on to my children
real life in my lyrics
a hunnit shots, period

ridin’ ’round with that thang on me (x4)

- alan awesome

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