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letra de street fighter - bandgang biggs

[intro]
hadouken
ayy

[chorus]
walk in saks and i punched a whole order like a street fighter
say he want smoke, his lungs strong, but i keep lighters
b-tch suck d-ck so long, her jaws rewired (d-mn, flaw, this what i’ve been prayin’ for)
i’ve been on and off the road, i can’t retire

[verse 1]
these n-ggas lames, all they mans got dropped, they on the ‘gram cryin’
i’m on the freeway doin’ a hundred, in the lamb’ flyin’
i just bust a right like i ain’t see no stop signs
a n-gga pull up on this b-tch, he gon’ see shots flyin’
i ain’t playin’ with you, b-tch, i gotta pop mine
this a lil’ get a n-gga off me lil’ glock 9
and i got the chopper in the trunk, we can cha-cha
n-gga, f-ck the rah-rah, bullets hit your papa
a n-gga mines costs, then it’s a drop on the floor
up the chop before he could get his keys in the door
hit his top and leave his b-tch weave on the floor
time to show these p-ssy-ass n-ggas how this sh-t go
first you get the drop and spin through so you could scope it
figure out his whip so you could see when he approachin’
if them n-ggas deep, we gon’ treat him like we bowlin’
this enough for everybody, b-tch, the caper fully loaded
put some money on your sh-t, better not catch you in the city
call rose like what you wanna do? let’s go fifty-fifty
it’s the bandgang, b-tch, these n-ggas know that we get busy
on that rim and i ain’t trippin’, blowin’ gas like a hippie
[chorus]
walk in saks and i punched a whole order like a street fighter
say he want smoke, his lungs strong, but i keep lighters
b-tch suck d-ck so long, her jaws rewired
i’ve been on and off the road, i can’t retire

[verse 2]
these n-ggas weak as h-ll, show up at your mama crib deep as h-ll
i’m like we see your son out and everybody lives
all that talkin’ he been doin’ on the ‘net
watch out, you know you gotta put his stupid ass in check
i’m a young g, but i got old knowledge
buy my own drip, i ain’t got no stylist
fly my own plain, don’t need no co-pilot
write my own raps, don’t need no ghost writers
i’m a young boss, can’t get a n-gga off
in the mall shoppin’, i don’t ask her, “what’s the cost?”
these n-ggas really lost, they ain’t got no sauce
bullets open up his chest like a pack of halls
everywhere i go, i’m rollin’ with a pack of ‘woods
playin’ cool with a n-gga, let him think it’s good
robbed the shoes off this n-gga when we hit the hood
i ain’t lettin’ up on n-ggas, i’m back for blood
ayy, r.i.p. pain, r.i.p. jizzle, we them one n-ggas
i’ve been gettin’ death threats so the gun bigger
need cash on deck, i don’t front n-ggas
put a scope on the rifle, time to hunt n-ggas
every time i rolled, they like, what that in the ‘wood?
seen a d-mn paranoid like who that in the woods?
i’ll never switch sides, put that on my hood
i grew up in the jungle, you won’t make it in my hood

- bandgang biggs

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