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letra de bigmoneyrussgang - bandgang biggs

[intro: bandgang biggs]
come on now
ayy

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
it been hard on me, i done went to jail, got back out to ball
i ain’t take the stand and tell on n-ggas, i was standin’ tall (jxckk just want a drink)
when the judge read my guidelines, the courtroom paused
stuck the middle finger at the judge, told her, “suck my b-lls”
i hit the county, i was hungry, takin’ n-ggas’ trays
beatin’ n-ggas’ ass for no reason, they just catchin’ strays
youngins hungry, pokin’ n-ggas up for some frito-lays
got us in poverty, but lock us up for makin’ plays
this sh-t crazy, this my life, i’m just tellin’ my story
don’t sh-t faze me, grab the pipe and send shots out the 40
pull up to the hood givin’ all my n-ggas lanes like tory
i was in the block while you was in the house like cory
i was on my buck, have ambitions, bought a wraith like raven
nicknamin’ my whip as “lord knows”, zach and cody saved me
i remember days on the block where them wizards get wavy
hannah montana, got fiends droppin’ to the f-ckin’ pavement
i miss them days when me and pay was juggin’ back-to-back
goin’ up to hutch, buyin’ buffies, goin’ rack for rack
matchin’ quarters on the block, goin’ sack for sack
man, i miss my dog, why you leave your baby sick like that?
[verse 2: bandgang javar]
i know somewhere it’s an old white man trippin’
probably vegan now, hit his car for so much chicken
was fifteen-sixteen, young as h-ll whippin’
had ten-twenty on me, pullin’ up on hoes trippin’
ice buffs ten on me, had the teachers tappin’ in
sent ms. glass to fort wayne, she was tired of them kids
that b-tch lucky she ain’t bump into biggs
you would’ve had her old ass comin’ back with ten
you was watchin’ shrek, i was runnin’ out of kroger
biggs was on the block sellin’ mud like the ogre
he a roll on me, thought i was switchin’ over
i just made 20k with jizzle, it was over
that ain’t sh-t, i made a hundred k with keeble racks
when i read the paperwork, feel like a knife in my back
rose the one, —-, him and pooh —-
how you tell them people all that?

[verse 3: russboy trey]
i remember all them n-ggas sayin’ i’d be right back
now i got fifty ’round my neck, doin’ skits with jack
blew a five-ball up at neimans, six at saks (cash)
i went to school with dog, why he lyin’ in his raps? (cap)
every glock got a switch like we from the ‘raq
my bro died, they mans died, n-gga, that’s a fact
i feel like durk, we on his ass where his shows at
i show no love in the game ’cause that’ll get you whacked
this real rapper weed, smoke his ass out the pack
this rap game full of snitches, man, i’m tired of rats (you know it)
man, i’m tired of rap
everywhere i go, i keep my chopper, tryna catch a hat (fah-fah, what you doin’, trey?)
i just be talkin’ crazy

walked in with twenty thousand, i see why they hate me
i ain’t gettin’ n-ggas smoked in a minute, i’ve been chillin’ lately (yup)

- bandgang biggs

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