letra de for my gang - chad da don & pdot o
[intro: chad da don]
best believe what i’m tellin’ you
don’t believe then we comin’ through
make it squeeze if you want it to
ayy ayy ayy, uh
[chorus: chad da don & e-jaycpt]
best believe what i’m tellin’ you, uh
don’t believe then we comin’ through, yeah
i make it squeeze if you want it to
i ride for my gang
best believe what i’m tellin’ you
don’t believe then we comin’ through, ayy (comin’ through)
i make it squeeze if you want it to (bah bah bah)
i ride for my gang (bet)
[verse 1: e-jaycpt]
miss me with that bull i’d rather sip a rеd bull
n-ggas ain’t got flows, they swimming in a dead pool
had he’s talking sh-t about mе, my n-gga be careful
when i’m coming for my money i’m coming for the shares too
hence you, wanna talk ’cause i ride alone
on your tik tok and [?] n-ggas, with them camera phones
they’ll probably get jacked up
and i ain’t never been the p-ssy to call my broers for backup
i ride solo, n-gga, f-ck a team
i’m bipolar and [?] my cup of tea
all these n-ggas just wannabees
back stabbin’ right in front of me
everybody know i’m from the streets
it’s north wynberg, n-gga we hood famous
28 ways to die, you get found in your [?]
f-ck the fame, let me say this
i hope you know i ain’t playin’ when you play this, you f-ckin’ haters
[chorus: chad da don]
best believe what i’m tellin’ you, uh
don’t believe then we comin’ through, yeah
i make it squeeze if you want it to
i ride for my gang
best believe what i’m tellin’ you
don’t believe then we comin’ through, ayy
i make it squeeze if you want it to
i ride for my gang
[verse 2: pdot o]
miss me with beef, rather get a two piece
pack a grilled chicken, let me grab a toothpick
introduce peace and i ain’t talkin’ true peace
lace you with the pistol, motherf-cker, you squeeze
nice life raps, add a little blue cheese
boogie on the beat and i ain’t talkin’ fugees
i’m a true g, jordan number 2 3
mic on the cord, it’s a f-ckin’ movie
water with the flow got me quoting bruce lee
i’ma let ’em know never to confuse me
i ain’t gon’ lie i f-cked a couple groupies
had her ass back screamin’ “papi do me”
all black attire coupled with a coofy
dapper than a motherf-cker, take a cool pic
everyday they tellin’ me like, “p you too sick”
hit harder with the raps carryin’ two bricks
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