letra de gang shit - ghostee
man you know i’m savage, i’m not playin, i’ll katch yall in traffick, n-gg- wuz happen-in, n-gg- wuz brakken, i’m not playin katch a body, run up on a n-gg- with a shottie , take the n-gg-s lil shawtie, thats b-tch was a hottie , little did he know she a thottie, homie hoppin , p-ssy tossin, i got bars like hopsin, katch a body then get to chopping, if you a snitch imma get to offing, never stoppin,always robbin, always mobbin, always saucin , always flossin,/i got the glock and the 9, on the block doim lines ,never gonna die, always finna ride, red rag pride, red flags in the sky,my n-gg-s don’t never hide, red or blue n-gg- pick a side, either way man you know i’ll slide, make you sh-t yourself …get into your mind, n-gg- if you rich imma leave you dry, if you ain’t banging then why you lie?you ain’t sh-t lil n-gg-…so don’t try. n-gg- if you faking imma take yo life, if you want ones i will break yo spine, leave you drippin blood ..you kan see the light, not my fault you was trynna fight, talk sh-t then it’s on sight, n-gg- don’t test me kause i just might, leave you puking blood now yo life is mine,,walk away like its nothin sippin dirty sprite, talking sh-t ain’t free you gone pay the price///katch you slippin when i got the pole, idgaf kause im high on c-ke, imma real n-gg- call me fake patrol, shoot a n-gg- in his head ..he ain’t going home, pump a n-gg- full of led hit him in his dome, smokin n-gg-s like some weed and i’m still not stoned, imma king n-gg- where my throne? shoot you in yo bed leave you dead alone,hit a l and take yo f-ckin phone,when i see i’m gone like a f-ckin ghost.im not f-ckin playin slit a n-gg-s throat///i smoke ounce after ounce and pound after pound, run up on yo block waist a hundred rounds, n-gg- you ain’t sh-t better know yo grounds,klikk klakk bang n-gg- that’s the sound, bick back gang n-gg- we the hounds, been running for a while and i still ain’t found,,//if you feddin then you better get ready kause imma little unsteady,and i been thinking heavy, hit and run in a chevy, and kant no motherf-cker check me, don’t never try and test me. if a n-gg- try and test,imma shoot him in his chest, leave a n-gg- on bed rest, chop him up…none the less… i ain’t no snitvh so nothin to konfess, leave a n-gg- body and then pick up the mess, man that’s on the set, im on psycho meds, always wearin red
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