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letra de new gang - chris brown

[hook: ray j & chris brown]
oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
got that new gang comin’ in
you see the new gang comin’
b-tch it’s ohb, yeah we comin’
propane got us all blunted
the cocaine got her nose runny
the strap got 100 rounds in it
if it ain’t about money n-gg-, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[verse 1: ray j]
pull up to the club ’bout 100
it’s a lotta pirus and a couple bounty hunters
i’m whippin’ in that wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
got that meth lab up and runnin’
rest in peace to the big homie [?]
rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
from centerville to fruit town, we gettin’ money
[verse 2: luvaboy tj]
you don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
you ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine
with a bad b-tch from spain
talkin’ slang off the promethazine
ohb b-tch, new whip
stashed with rubber grips
stackin’ chips
some of my homies bloods and some bangin’ srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
stackin’ ends, n-gg-s in my way, that’s one to the chin
pockets on swole, i got a bunch of bands on me
all these model b-tches, they can’t keep they hands off me

[hook: ray j & chris brown]
oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
got that new gang comin’ in
you see the new gang comin’
b-tch it’s ohb, yeah we comin’

[verse 3: chris brown]
pull up, pull up if you ’bout it n-gg-
where i’m from, we body n-gg-s
kamakazis on kawasakis
on 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us
i got killers that do what i say when i need
bullets spray fire out that lever
i got homies pullin’ up in broad day
and set this b-tch off like keef
smokin’ khalifa
and you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war
now you on the ship, you sound like a b-tch
can’t f-ck with your boy
this that new gang
all my n-gg-s wear new chains
and i put my b-tch in a [?]
ohb in a black lamb’ like bruce wayne

[verse 4: ray j]
pardon me but i don’t usually talk a lot
if you ain’t talkin’ money, n-gg- what you talkin’ ’bout?
the drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots
nowadays gotta keep most shooters in harvey got
all about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
f-ck who you invested in cause me, my n-gg-s next to win
money be my closest kin, i consider it my fam
keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, i never can
money’s all i understand, i speak that sh-t fluently
every way, you never there, we call that sh-t truancy
you speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me
ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, i was cool before it was cool to be
f-cking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a lebron lob
championship rings for me and my fellow squad
truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

- chris brown

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