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letra de gang - bandgang biggs

[intro: bandgang biggs]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(mia jay c)
woo
c’mon now
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
i need a ticket, ain’t talkin’ disney world, i’m talkin’ millions
a milli’ can’t get in anywhere, that’s my admission (yeah)
i’m trippin’, i brought a dub out, they think i’m slippin’
why n-ggas hatin’ on the gang? i just don’t get it (at all)
i’m spazzin’, the way i count, she think i’m doin’ magic
not average, no tom brady, i ain’t givin’ passes (nah)
i’m savage, my b-tch, she bad as h-ll, but she get ratchet (d-mn)
run up on me on some thirsty sh-t, she get to clappin’
my sh-t exclusive, your sh-t out of pocket, too much usage (lame)
just let me see them p-ssy lips on live, i think i’m boosie (b-tch)
i don’t f-ck groupies, ’cause they get hit once, start actin’ stupid (man)
i ain’t got time for it, i’ll leave a ho clueless (yeah)

[verse 2: bandgang javar & bandgang jizzle p]
yeah, the feds watchin’ us, but that don’t mean sh-t
i don’t go in stores no more, i send this cold b-tch
you would think we on the puppy, she brought me that dog sh-t
i don’t f-ck with that dog heavy, don’t own one pit
ho-ass n-ggas talkin’ crazy, here we go again
mone’ll stretch your ass with five and i just gave him ten
i wouldn’t wanna be you, he just got fn
that b-tch’ll push your sh-t back, barber with shaky hands
i ain’t floyd, f-ck i look like tryna box?
dog thought we was ’bout to tussle, got his ass shot
fn bullets had his thighs burnin’ like squats
but right now, that’s an open case, i can’t say a lot (ayy)
[verse 3: bandgang jizzle p]
[?] in a foreign right now, just me and brodie
old-school chopper, nickname that b-tch mc’foley
n-ggas quick to save a b-tch, so heroic
when you get money, all these b-tches, they be open
i’m big steppin’ on these n-ggas, ten-five for valentinos
i’m out in compton sellin’— to all my migos
[?] locked in with my bloods and i f-ck with big c’s, though (ayy)
carry it out, ’cause i ain’t f-ckin’ for no free ho

[verse 4: bandgang lonnie bands]
on my mama, i just bought a quarterback, dan marino
i heard you got them bricks, but you a rat, call you nino
you lyin’ on these tracks, we call that lil’ n-gga leo
i heard you out here savin’ all these hoes, you the hero
i’m really certified in these streets, check my resume
i know i hurt these n-ggas’ heart, i know they feel some type of way
but they’ll never say how they really feel
you don’t want your mom deuce to find you in a cornfield
i don’t know about y’all, we pourin’ akorn still
thinkin’ about them long roadtrips really give me chills
turnin’ out these lil’ white b-tches just for emmett till
the b-tch got a bust twenty days before she eat a meal
labels really pimpin’ these lil’ rappers, keep that record deal
you would think i’m lyin’ if i tell you we gettin’ four pills
i don’t almost rob n-ggas, i take sh-t for real
huh, we ain’t doin’ no attempts, n-gga, we k!ll sh-t for real

- bandgang biggs

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