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letra de internet gangsta - compton av

[intro: compton av & slim 400]
ain’t that that n-gga right there?
yeah that’s that keyboard thuggin’ -ss n-gga
ayy n-gga hand me the [?]
pull up right next to that n-gga
ayy what’s up with all that internet sh-t now, n-gga?
-gunshots-

[bridge: compton av]
we just caught a n-gga slippin’ so we write back
my n-ggas came to plant “x’s” where you strike at
you a b-tch in real life, why you type that?
actin’ like you thuggin’, you ain’t like that

[hook: compton av]
you internet gangsta
you lil internet gangsta, you internet
you ain’t a real gangsta, n-gga
you ain’t a real gangsta, you ain’t a real gangsta
you internet gangsta
you lil internet gangsta, you internet
you ain’t a real gangsta, n-gga
you ain’t a real gangsta, you ain’t a real gangsta

[verse 1: compton av]
i see you bitin’ in them comments and them dm’s
it’s all good, i’ma see him when i see him
lurkin’ on his instagram, am to the pm
we got screenshots of you in your dm
when we see him, we gon’ k!ll some’
you ain’t gangsta, you ain’t drill nothin’
godd-mn its 2017, and n-ggas still frontin’
all in my comments, we don’t play like that
catch a n-gga in real life, he like my page got hacked
i’m with the pull ups, n-gga i’m with the hop outs
i’ma give one of these b-tch n-ggas a shoutout
everybody gangsta now, blame it on the wifi
but sh-t is way different when you outside

[verse 2: slim 400]
okay, he ain’t really with the sh-t
catch him outta bounds, he ain’t really tote the fifth
and when with his homies, all he do is boast [?]
and them captions on ig, just glorify the [?]
blim for anybody, and he ain’t never in the hood
so what he posted, what he talkin’, we gon’ get this understood
ya feel me? i ain’t never talkin’ what they talkin’
ya feel me? but on ig they talkin’ what they talkin’ (hol’ up)
[?] credit today, i’ma slide on it
we the ones, came with mud, got one stain ’bout it
and i’m speedin’ up ’bout that [?], ’cause the fans on it
so if god go to jail, sit the mans on it

[verse 3: jooba loc]
lil n-ggas stop playin’ on the keyboard
i got n-ggas dead and doin’ life over street wars
if you ain’t in the streets what the f-ck you beef on me for?
i be in the beach gun longer than a steep board
run up on me, it’s explodin’ like a c4
finger on the trigger, f-ck a finger on the keyboard
i scaffold in the county, hit the box and then see store
came back to the dorm, see an enemy grant three more
it’s nothin’, n-ggas know i’m thuggin’
i ain’t with that internet sh-t, i’m with the bustin’
if you ain’t with that, that’s the end of the discussion
’cause me and av leave the n-ggas with concussion

[verse 4: teecee4800]
all that internet bangin’, prolly snitch
i’m a real one n-gga, a real crip
got big choppers on my lap, four fifths
never had a deuce deuce, it’s for a b-tch
i was born in this sh-t, what the f-ck you mean?
really, i was born in this sh-t, what the f-ck you mean?
when i was in gangland, i was with the og
got put on the 06, call me little teecee
from rack racks, to b-tches to [?] hittin’, switchin’ to n-ggas
keepin’ that thang ’cause n-ggas is always trippin’
an internet bangin’ cuz, n-gga, i ain’t trippin’ (’cause when i see ’em i’ma pull up)
stop likes, lil b-tch

- compton av

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