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letra de silent b.g. - b.g. (baby gangsta)

intro:
f-ck it n-gga i got two choices rap or slang yae
i choose this rap thing n-gga
but i don’t knock no n-gga for they hustle play it how it go n-gga

[verse 1]
n-gga i cause grief and trouble, funerals
trying to come up on six numerals
riding high in fly with a game with no rules
got a k cooked blues fore these fools
slinging c0ke by the ton, weed by the pound
her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
don’t wine cause play it n-gga i ain’t even tryin
you dying beefin with these n-ggas i cruise with
yo head get knocked loose quick
it’s all on you b-tch, choose b-tch
my life or your life you know only god know who b-tch
six shot p-ss me a six shot
and i’m get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock
b.g. a raising star, p-ss me the gar
i’m bout that war, and these hot boys going take this sh-t far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
mask’s and flames and fires all he saw
like i’m hiding out like i’m the law
i bring heat to yo street you paranoid n-gga
can’t eat or sleep
can’t f-ck u sneaking, can’t have you ducking
got to watch yo back on the grind
cause you know the b.g. coming

chorus: repeat 2x

i’m silent b.g. and you know me from thuging
i’m violent b.g. make my money rap hustling

[verse 2]
me and baby virgin tight he beefin we creeping
swerving yo bend every night no rest and no sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
b-tch n-gga’s lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
that’s my n-gga till after the next life living like big tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
before attemptin to check n-gga thank you should of thank
we tossin these b-tches, but ain’t flossin our riches
buy some t-shirt with pictures
for my n-ggas and b-tches still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory i’m strapped up ridin, you know me n-gga
bout getting my figga’s bigger n-gga
and to few i’m ignorant i pull the trigger n-gga
i’m a 9-1-1 hitter n-gga
oh oh a thugged out wig splitter n-gga
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter n-gga
rolexed up, diamonds all over me n-gga
i’m a thug to i’m rested, play it real til i’m dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter what n-gga

chorus

[verse 3]
c0ke dealer, dope dealer
juvenile ain’t no joke n-gga
f-ck being broke all the way out, got you on scope n-gga
but i cooled off cause now i’m chillin
cause i got this feelin rappin i’m going to make a million
so i do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain’t going to disrespect me cause i will sweep you of your seat
i ain’t goin to stop that’s nathin’ better yet
i’m goin out to get em it’s goin to come through
i ain’t faking it’s in my heart
i ain’t bullsh-ting, can’t no n-gga
i think with a pen and pad
fade me, juvi, b.g. 13th that where the f-ck i be
full of the weed loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock c-cked quit sellin c0ke
f-ck gettin caught, buy the cops but f-ck that
strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
i’m drop or get dropped i bust back
cause i’m stop or get stopped so you love that
i’m flip or get flopped that a must black
all 17 come up out the glock
oh that’s a must black, all 50 come out the chop
b-tch n-gga you bleed i’m bout cheese
you know what i do as i proceed

chorus(x2)

- b g baby gangsta

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