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letra de gangsta - daboii

[intro]
(this is jay p bangz)

[chorus: daboii]
b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
ain’t no beef dying down, b-tch n-gga it’s still up
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
and i still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug

[verse 1: daboii]
b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
n-gga wanna rep my squad? ain’t good ’til you k!ll sum
you say them b-tches go for what? say less, the deal done
she gon’ shake it fast for the dollar, the bill huh
i got the world on my shoulders and the city on my back
they like d-boii you a perv, why you put titties on your strap?
put double d’s up on that b-tch, way more than fifty on that strap
b-tch keep talking all that rah rah, don’t you give me none of that
you wasn’t here when i was down so when i’m up you get the message
throwing fits up on the ‘gram ain’t gon’ do sh-t, you n-ggas extra
boy what kind of drugs you taking, it ain’t nothing i won’t sell
thinking you gon’ play daboii, don’t play n0body but yourself
i just call it how i see it, i ain’t never called for help
after eleven i turned thirteen, n-gga i don’t f-ck with twelve
b-tch gon’ ride up in the back if she don’t keep up with her nails
you left your strap? boy that ain’t gangsta, you a seven and a l
on the gang
[chorus: daboii]
b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
ain’t no beef dying down, b-tch n-gga it’s still up
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
and i still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug

[verse 2: mozzy]
i’m feeling like corleone now that the homie home
’cause he gon’ shoot at the opps you’ll get your bologna blown
ayy f-ck you n-ggas smoking on like you be smoking sh-t?
i broke him off for them bladadah’s when i broke the b-tch
you throw a devil over here and we gon’ throw a fit
ain’t never asked me ’bout the suckas ’cause they don’t exist
n-gga tell him tag his drilla all that bogus sh-t
i double lapped, them n-ggas laughed when i was broke as sh-t
we stuffing wedding cake batter in a stogie stick
swing batter batter swing when this .40 pitch
goon body to the gristle, n-gga know we is
we only show for sound check to get the blowers in
ayy f-ck whatever trip you took if you don’t go again
you the type to throw a brick and never show your hand
gang graffiti on the walls when they be closing in
real gangsta, n-ggas doubted ’til we domed his nig
hundadah, hundadah, hundadah, hundadah
[chorus: daboii]
b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
ain’t no beef dying down, b-tch n-gga it’s still up
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug
f-ck them n-ggas hating baby i get real love
and i still can’t put my trust in the ones i’d k!ll for
’cause b-tch i’m a gangsta, i’m a real thug

- daboii

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