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letra de gang gang - billy burnz

[intro]

triple c double g

triple c double g
you don’t wanna see me

triple c double g
gang sh-t b-tch

[chorus]

heard these n-ggas flexing in the city [huh]
oh you a bad boy you think you diddy [huh]
i keep a bad b-tch real pretty [huh]
for them dumb n-ggas tryna move silly [huh]

gang gang gang gang gang
all my n-ggas bang bang bang bang
gang gang gang gang gang
and all my b-tches on the same thang [gang]

[verse 1]

gang sh-t we on that gang sh-t
ain’t nothing like these rappers they don’t bang sh-t
catch you coming out the mall ye we plan sh-t
straight b-tches they ain’t even on that man sh-t
straight cowards they ain’t got no heart
dawg think he a savage, he don’t got no bark [arghh]
bang on your n-gga till his light go dark
if you ain’t ready for this life n-gga you best don’t start
gang sh-t n-gga, you ain’t f-cking banging you a b-tch n-gga
talking like you got it you’ll get hit n-gga
he got hit up in his stomach till he sh-t n-gga
real sh-t n-gga, looking for the realest this is it n-gga
watch your lip n-gga, i keep a hundred rounds up in the clip n-gga

[chorus]

heard these n-ggas flexing in the city [huh]
oh you a bad boy you think you diddy [huh]
i keep a bad b-tch real pretty [huh]
for them dumb n-ggas tryna move silly [huh]

gang gang gang gang gang
all my n-ggas bang bang bang bang
gang gang gang gang gang
and all my b-tches on the same thang [gang]

[verse 2]

lost some n-ggas to the street game
its deep mane when you hunting for the street fame
the sweep came heard he singing like he t pain
my sweet chain got it swinging down the street jane
i’m talking jane street, n-gga no it ain’t sweet
so much i can’t speak my n-ggas gone i can’t eat
i swear i can’t sleep don’t you know this pain deep
success it ain’t cheap we ain’t from the same street
they know i’ma real n-gga
i’m the type to never leave the steal n-gga
f-ck what you heard i never squeal n-gga
hid a couple guns up on the keele n-gga
b-tch i’m an og everybody know me
i keep it low key riding for my homie
real n-ggas only nothing you can show me
dem k!llers grow me, never lose my trophy
gang sh-t n-gga, you ain’t f-cking banging you a b-tch n-gga
talking like you got it you’ll get hit n-gga
he got hit up in his stomach till he sh-t n-gga
real sh-t n-gga, looking for the realest this is it n-gga
watch your lip n-gga, i keep a hundred rounds up in the clip n-gga

[chorus]

heard these n-ggas flexing in the city [huh]
oh you a bad boy you think you diddy [huh]
i keep a bad b-tch real pretty [huh]
for them dumb n-ggas tryna move silly [huh]

gang gang gang gang gang
all my n-ggas bang bang bang bang
gang gang gang gang gang
and all my b-tches on the same thang [gang]

- billy burnz

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