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letra de bringing gangsta back - bandgang lonnie bands

[intro]
ooh, literally
(joog)
toe tag your mans
i’m the king of my bity

[verse 1]
young and we treacherous
boy, you better hide that ap and that necklace
huh, you better greet a real gangster in your presence
we send holes in your windows, n-gga, f-ck a messenger
had to set my mac-9, know that b-tch kept jammin’
a ho asked about my other ho, let that b-tch [?]
lil’ bro said he just upped the score, he caught two in traffic
i love that glock 18, that b-tch fully automatic
b-tch, letter sixteen, you gotta pay before i stab you
og said i’m the youngest with the -ism
i got two in the hotel, two on the strip
told my youngin he like pete with that pistol
d-mn, youngin, how you shoot that b-tch with so much precision?
don’t trust me, i’m known to throw n-ggas in the blender
i want to f-ck, asked him for a feature, [?]
in the kitchen funky, i got eighty grams in the blender
i miss my junkie, i hit him with that— and it k!lled him

[chorus]
they say i’m a maniac ’cause i ain’t with that ho sh-t
no i’m not havin’ that, huh
these rap n-ggas wearin’ f-nny packs, cappin’ all they raps
huh, i’m bringin’ gangsta back
huh, they say i’m a maniac ’cause i be on that bullsh-t
gettin’ p-ssy n-ggas jacked, huh
i feel like you shouldn’t have that
n-gga, you a p-ssycat
n-gga, give me that
[verse 2]
huh, i’m from the top of the map, n-gga, murder mitten
you can’t come here, lil’ n-gga, if you ain’t checkin’ in
huh, you don’t wanna have that bustdown with the shred
you don’t wanna get stripped down in front of your fans
said i was the king of detroit, n-gga, believe in it
it ain’t nothin’ a n-gga ever tried to check me ’bout it neither
rap n-ggas drag queens, y’all some divas
y’all worried ’bout some streams, man, i’m worried ’bout my friends
i’m tryna get rich so i can knock off the da or my real friends
n-gga, ain’t gotta talk to a jake
if i don’t do sh-t, i’ma make sure the kids straight
uncle lonnie, n-gga ain’t missed one birthday
these n-ggas ain’t got no clothes, they ain’t got no morals
these lazy-ass n-ggas want you to work for ’em (huh)
these n-ggas hoes, put some panties on ’em
they gon’ tell after you shoot your gun for ’em

- bandgang lonnie bands

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