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letra de gang gang gang - dah dah

[hook]
you ain’t f-cking with my gang, gang, gang!
i get to busting with my gang, gang, gang!
ain’t no discussion with my gang, gang, gang! (gang in this b-tch!)
you ain’t f-cking with my gang, gang, gang!
i get to busting with my gang, gang, gang!
ain’t no discussion with my gang, gang, gang! (gang in this b-tch!)

[verse one: bam bino]
boy, why you fronting!
you ain’t gon do nothing, my gang on that murder sh-t
tro dat, now you heard of it
lil’ bro giving shots from his thirty clip
i had to get it on the back blocks
big gs, hear me bugging at m-ss c-ck
bank rolls, had to get it out the trap spot
bang-bang, hit that n-gga with a snapshot
n-ggas mad, see they hating cuz i’m up next
grind hard, gotta get it, i ain’t done yet
on my momma, getting guala
yeah i touch checks, my heart missing
i’m just different, ain’t no love left
but i’m still on that same sh-t
run up dumb f-ck, get yo face hit
smoking dope, pouring act’ everyday, b-tch
flee team and we a-squad gang sh-t
she love it
my pockets so fat, i spend money like “f-ck it”
switching these lanes, when i get on, taking gang
f-ck n-gga, gimme yo chain
i’m toting that thang, [?]
been riding forever
this thunder gon hit you wherever and most n-ggas gonna change like the weather
i’m stacking this cheddar
yo b-tch suck my d-ck and i let her
send shots to her head, no baretta
and i won’t stop
like sevyn streeter, her p-ssy [?]
[?]
they ain’t have faith, now these n-ggas believers
bars to bars, they tryna give me ether
bars to bars, tryna give ’em ether
ain’t want no war, i’m in love with this keisha

[verse two: money millz]
for the money, get violent, we wyling
free papi, he savage, he clapping, sh-t tragic
shoot like a maverick, keep a big 30
i’m curry, i’m shooting the basket
bullets is free, you can have ’em
(gang, gang, gang!)
since a youngin’, was bugging out, trapping
for the tro, b-tch we wyling out
if they not outside, then we turn around
if they run up, then we climb ’em down
(if they run up, then we climb ’em down)
i’m g.d., free my n-ggas, all of them n-ggas is k!llers
we do not f-ck with them n-ggas, we do not f-ck with gorilla
broski, i follow them n-ggas
point us out like chinchilla because n-ggas be plotting on n-gga
on any block with the villa
in the east coast where they tote and most of my bros are on parole
(yeah, yeah) blake griffin, we clipping

[verse three: dah dah]
they never split, swish gang finna dump shots
with one shots, n-ggas dump blocks
my gun got thirty bullets for one opp
they want props, don’t give the sh-t, they sh-t yock
they want beef? boy, we gon’ see ’bout it
n-ggas always talking hot and they don’t be about it
take one touch, that gun bust, you see the body
i love stunting, i love hundreds, you see ’em doubt it

[verse four: curly savv]
it’s curly savv, i ain’t here for no intro
long pole on my hip like a limo
when i shoot, better duck like it’s limbo
i get hit with this mac while you single
they jacking the lingo, hood star send shots through ya window
you don’t like me cuz ya b-tch on my d-ck
n-ggas be talking they sh-t, see me in person and sh-t
ask for ya hang on my hip, b-tch its a 30 in there
run up, reload up the blic
fresh out the shots in the clip
he yelling out: “bro, yo i’m hit!”
he yelling out: “bro, yo i’m hit!”
he yelling out: “bro, yo i’m hit!”
tell him: “bro, lay low”, load the mac up
run down, pump fake, better back up
think its game? p-ssy n-gga wanna act up
lil’ hype -ss n-gga get slapped up

[verse five: dah dah]
if you don’t like me, n-gga you could suck d-ck!
i’m wit’ da as and the stars and we run sh-t
n-ggas don’t touch bread on some bum sh-t
hol’ up, i think these n-ggas on some dumb sh-t

- dah dah

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