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letra de gangsta talk - dustero

chorus:
i’m off the chain better think if yo brain
if you don’t know me than stay out my lane
cause my gang drillin’ it ain’t gon be same
ain’t tryna beef cause p-ssy you lame
but since you want beef, might as well eat at the b
and eat it up lil mane cuh p-ssies don’t like me cause when see me, they see that i’m doing my thang
hop on the beat cuh you ain’t in the gang
you just a singer i caught tpay
that lil boy sneakin’, this ain’t no crippin’
well i guess that p-ssy he want us to fight
bop, pop, bop, bop like takin’ them boats
dissin’ on me i’ll make you get roasted
i don’t rap slow because i’m not a snail
beat a b-tch die, he callin’ it twelvе
verse one:
you b-tchеs be fakin’ like i didn’t teach you a lesson
you b-tches be careful you don’t wanna get caught you don’t wanna go to prison
yeah, yeah, said you want smoke, that really a wrap
dressed in black that always a point, point it mighta attacked
clic clack rats attack
tryna run get shot in yo back
1807 that is a murda
1807, bodies droppin’, ain’t no need to utter a word-a
chorus:
i’m off the chain better think if yo brain
if you don’t know me than stay out my lane
cause my gang drillin’ it ain’t gon be same
ain’t tryna beef cause p-ssy you lame
but since you want beef, might as well eat at the b
and eat it up lil mane cuh p-ssies don’t like me cause when see me, they see that i’m doing my thang
hop on the beat cuh you ain’t in the gang
you just a singer i caught tpay
that lil boy sneakin’, this ain’t no crippin’
well i guess that p-ssy he want us to fight
bop, pop, bop, bop like takin’ them boats
dissin’ on me i’ll make you get roasted
i don’t rap slow because i’m not a snail
beat a b-tch die, he callin’ it twelve
verse two:
yeah, i was pullin’ his card that boy a hoe
pop out at yo party like the morty and rick
step out my house unless i got my bl!ck
when i shot bad b-tch i hit it a shoot, bet you never love a b while swimming
when i drop bad b-tch, them bodies on mute
you ain’t never seen a g with whole lotta money
when i pop shots, bad b drop down for me
i be swimmin’ in money makin’ a flow in the sea
yeah, run up on me get pop like a rice
straight hit to the left and put his ass in the dirt
yeah, yeah, they can’t copy young b-tch moves i’m done
chorus:
i’m off the chain better think if yo brain
if you don’t know me than stay out my lane
cause my gang drillin’ it ain’t gon be same
ain’t tryna beef cause p-ssy you lame
but since you want beef, might as well eat at the b
and eat it up lil mane cuh p-ssies don’t like me cause when see me, they see that i’m doing my thang
hop on the beat cuh you ain’t in the gang
you just a singer i caught tpay
that lil boy sneakin’, this ain’t no crippin’
well i guess that p-ssy he want us to fight
bop, pop, bop, bop like takin’ them boats
dissin’ on me i’ll make you get roasted
i don’t rap slow because i’m not a snail
beat a b-tch die, he callin’ it twelve

- dustero

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