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letra de same block - gangsta boo

[verse 1]
if you buck then say so, push a n-gg- off
with the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a n-gg- off!
smoke you like you dro’, f-ck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
gangsta boo ain’t scared of you, i’ll walk up to yo’ f-cking do’
na- na- na- na- na, you can’t touch me silly trick
what’s the business b-tch? i’m the lady of this memphis sh-t
yes i got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting cartiers
why don’t you come around here, let me put you on some f-ckin game
you b-tches be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
yes you, yes you bought, f-ck what you haters be thinking or saying
yes you, yes you bought my cd anyway
i’m a come on out, gold and diamonds in my f-cking mouth
what you talking ’bout? so so scandalous stay representin the south
riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
i’m a stay the same, f-ck whoever talking ’bout i done changed

[chorus: 4x]
i be at the same block, same hood
same house, same sto’, same folks
looking good b-tch, i ain’t changed hoe!

[verse 2]
can i ask you something, what you b-tches tryna prove?
acting like you buck, when really you look like a d-mn fool
see me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
i don’t want that babby-jazzy sh-t, i don’t speak seeds
n-gg-, n-gg- please i’m miss pimpin-villain gangsta boo
f-ckin with my n-gg-s, paper chasing tryna get this loot
i ain’t tryna take no sh-t, or be labled as a duck
never will i go out like that, you got me f-cked up!
you b-tches be talking that sh-t, do you think that you can handle me?
raised in b.h.z., slash north memphis tennessee
i don’t think so, go and call yo’ mother f-cking crew
i know where yo’ mama stay, i’ll send a bullet straight through
staying high, oh so, oh so high, i’m quick to lose my temper
b-tch, smack you, stomp you down b-tch, it be that simple
you know that i be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)

[chorus]

[verse 3]
n-gg- come and take a ride, what you b-tches know about?
f-ck you b-tches, stick a mother f-cking gun in yo’ mouth
hoes be hating ’cause i made it rich, “oohhh… lucky b-tch!”
been down and for years, i still remain untouchable b-tch!
always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
then after the show, you be the one on the flo’
why you mad at me ’cause i chose to, chose to keep it real?
b-tch get bout yo’ cheese, stay about yo’ hustle only for real
n-gg-s wanna f-ck when they see me on the b.e.t.
riding in my truck, i pop a flick up in the dvd
balling through black haven, deep as h-ll in that suburban man
you silly -ss b-tches, you wish you could see the sh-t that i be seeing man
still i stay the same, ghetto diva known as gangsta boo
undergroundin’ clownin’, upside downin’, b-tch i thought you knew
catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
if you got some questions, catch me in the mother-f-cking streets (bee-yotch!)

[repeat chorus to end]

- gangsta boo

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