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letra de clubhouse gangstas - cyraq

clubhouse gangstas lyrics
[intro]
men, these n-ggas be sayin’ all this sh-t on clubhouse
they got to drop, ain’t no word n-gga [?]
why nothin’ happen’ then, why n-gga ain’t spinnin’ they block n-gga
just be talkin’ n-gga, any n-ggas comin’ up dead n-gga

[chorus]
the n-gga is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
so many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
leave a n-gga dead, give his mama some flowers
face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
[?] and a drake, i just like how it sounds
he walked in good, but he left out wounded
cheese in your b-tch face, then im’a pound it
i don’t really be liking n-ggas
my fo-fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n-ggas
up with the glock in the face and striking it
shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to mike tyson n-ggas
[verse]
i got a whole lot of rounds in this gun
you better not get tired, as soon as you run
put a n-gga up with god, slap a n-gga with a gun
n-gga better pick sides, or get left in a pond
you could tell, my opps must not be on that gang sh-t
that gangsta sh-t
my lil’ brother [?], they on that same sh-t
you a blood or crip, or a wannabe
you a b-tch, i could see it in front of me
in the church house i had my gun on my
watch the news before you think about punchin’ me
n-ggas like sh-t, deep ain’t no jumpin’ me
i’ma put a n-gga ass right under me
put that heat on his ass, get a sunny d
it was cold in the b-tch, i was clutchin’ heat
he gon pay for that sh-t, she gonna f-ck for free
ebk n-gga, she want a f-ck a g
im’a gangster, they’re not gonna f-ck with me
i’m on the block right now, get angles
he was on instagram, now he a dead body
everytime we slide, we tryna’ shoot a n-gga head and body
drive by from out the window, i don’t know this n-gga dead properly
talkin’ ’bout he don’t want no beef no more
but when we see him, his head [?]
he buff, we gon leave him dead [?]
tryna’ swing, leave a n-gga dead, rocket
9 year’s old i saw a dead body
he get nothin’ for christmas, he’s head naughty
[chorus]
the n-gga is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
so many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
leave a n-gga dead, give his mama some flowers
face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
[?] and a drake, i just like how it sounds
he walked in good, but he left out wounded
cheese in your b-tch face, then im’a pound it
i don’t really be liking n-ggas
my fo-fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n-ggas
up with the glock in the face and striking it
shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to mike tyson n-ggas

[outro]
n-gga tryna’ run, hit a n-gga up
shoot him right in his top
we don’t f-ck with opps
we don’t f-ck with cops
and i just got to drop
better n-gga gon die

- cyraq

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