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letra de you ain't gang (remix) - dolla dame

[intro: dolla dame]
don’t be actin’ like you gang
look
what i tell ’em?

[chorus: dolla dame]
don’t be actin’ like you gang
when you ain’t out here rockin’ with me
i heard the opps want smoke now
just let ’em know they goin’ with me
don’t be actin’ like you gang
when you ain’t out here rockin’ with me
i heard there’s prices on my head now
so i went and copped a fifty, yeah

[verse 1: prezi]
they freed the prezi, now free the liuetenant
you got pushed in that deep end, i dive right in it
i be slidin’ with somethin’ bulky on me, blame the sh-t i been through
squeezin’ on anything lookin’ janky out my rearview
gang tear us on the gang, everybody know the name
shooters down for yankin’ sh-t, f-ck a statement, i plead the fifth
presidential n-gga, my life it came with the politics
speakin’ on me badly, ain’t say it loud but i read his lips
this sh-t like a race and i’m tellin’ these n-ggas keep up
that lil money quiet, i’m tellin’ these n-ggas speak up
let’s keep it real, these n-ggas don’t wanna see us
i’m so comfortable, you can see me kickin’ my feet up
sneak dissin’ get you whacked, i’m tryna tell my n-ggas chill
these n-ggas really water boys, but they swear they in the field
how you quarterback and you ain’t never did a drill?
i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t missin’ no kind of meals

[verse 2: dolla dame]
we want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
laughin’ at the opps ’cause these n-ggas jokes
i give it to you raw just like a line of c0ke
the gas mask still work fine, what n-ggas tryna smoke?
everywhere the fifty or better, what n-ggas hidin’ for?
you ain’t really rockin’ with the gang, what n-ggas lyin’ for?
lookin’ through your section with the weapon, really tryna score
i catch you, i’m gon’ stretch you, get to firin’ ’til it don’t shoot no more
it’s fod, whole lot of gang what n-ggas do it for
i heard it’s prices on my head, what n-ggas waitin’ for?
i kept it real when n-ggas fake, f-ck n-ggas hatin’ for?
stabbed me in my back, thought you was gang, man i can’t take no more
i just let it burn when i want smoke with mane
i abuse the hi-tech, try and numb the pain
i just let it burn when i want smoke with mane
n-gga i abuse the hi-tech, try and numb the pain

[verse 3: cash cl!ck boog]
who is homie? he wasn’t there when i was comin’ up
why you keep actin’ like you gang and you ain’t one of us?
i came home and found another way to run it up
i made a hundred fifty in a year just to sum it up
guns is tucked, goonies wavin’ choppers out the hummer truck
you don’t need to know about no skit, just know i done enough
caught an opp, up in q-mado, tried to lump him up
n-ggas tryna knock me down, all that do is plump up
gang beef, found out tino died, no it can’t be
homicide, blew me ’bout thirty, and i ain’t speak
gotta keep a stick when i wiggle, i’m in it waist deep
the feds hit the first time, thought i took an ap
they tried to give me life but i ain’t let them people break me
i know they homie died ’cause i bounced out and faced him
they tried to give me life but i ain’t let them people break me
i know they homie died ’cause i bounced out and faced him

- dolla dame

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