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letra de banga on me - conspiracy

[intro: conspiracy] banga on me trust issues feel like everybody’s tellin

[hook: conspiracy] everywhere i go i got a banga on me and if it ain’t on my waist it feels weird to me (it ain’t right!) trust issues feel like everybody’s telling they want me in the box for the dope that i be selling

[verse 1: t-to locs] i just woke up it’s about 11 o clock got a call from a knock i’m heading back to the block i told him hold up let me turn this soft into rock i got my girl weighing grams with her eyes on the clock she know what time it is that’s the one i’m riding with run inside a building get this cash and we dividing it i’m only going up so everything be positive touching all this money really give a n-gga confidence so the ones that used to hate turn around and giving compliments they see me on a level they ain’t reaching cuz i wanted it i been going on this sh-t k!lling every track catch me in the trap boy it’s real beef with rap i’m out here getting racks it’s money over everything riding in salinas black mercedes smoking mary jane 40 on my waist catch a n-gga slipping any day and you can catch this fade too you f-cking with a heavy weight

[hook x2: conspiracy] everywhere i go i got a banga on me and if it ain’t on my waist it feels weird to me (it ain’t right!) trust issues feel like everybody’s telling they want me in the box for the dope that i be selling

[verse 2: conspiracy] rome and t-to spark a leno time to get down with these funky nortenos they sent me to the pen for selling this dope i was all up in the cell homie still slanging dough bad habits die hard so i’m hard to hit sh-t ten years later and i’m still with this b-tch i was up in the pen steady breaking these hoes while you was up in the streets captain saving these hoes you a sucka homie and we ain’t nothing the same you can have my b-tch if you can get in her brain i’m heading back to the block with this cocaina while the gang task lurking up all up in marina cuz these snitches that’s telling and i’m d-mn near certain got me paranoid it’s becoming a burden so my nina on my lap and my windows rolled up you can get it any day you slipping in that fog town

[verse 3: big rome] i was on lock down for a couple of months santa rita street norteno i be running em up h-lla homies from the hood up in mcj b’s up through the window every muph-cking day woke up in the morning and i rolled up my mattress threw up the one four cuz i love that i’m active on track everyday i was getting my money sent out a couple letters i was writing the honeys so i got a court day with the public pretender he jocked the d.a and pretend to defend ya [?] homie shoot me a deal i’m like how you [?] f-ck how you feel so i’m back to death pod aka the casa ain’t no place i’d rather be than with my northern raza a lawyer telling me i ain’t gon’ get out soon just another cruel summer bro what they nothing know

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