letra de gangsta - heembeezy
[intro]
yeah
ain’t on sh-t
man, you know i’m thuggin’
b-tch, i’m on whatever you on
what up, n-gga?
[chorus]
f-ck what they sayin’, i’m a gangster, they ain’t live how i’m livin’
f-ck them b-tches, we keep it player, gotta go out and get it
run them digits, i stack that paper, right around murder business
we gon’ split ’em if a n-gga play with us (that b-tch hit)
[verse 1]
i’m poppin’ perkies with my x’s, early mornin’, i’m rollin’
diamonds on my neck, i ain’t have sh-t, everything i own’s all stolen
like f-ck my ex, she ain’t give me sh-t, but left me with a heart broken
but i ain’t mad at you
run away, start you a new family, huh?
b-tch, i count up them racks, yeah
think that’s why these f-ck n-ggas mad at us
better watch your back, yеah
don’t want ’em to go bad with us
fifty thousand in saks, yeah
i just bought a new lv jackеt, yeah
my b-tch so bad, yeah
i spank her like her daddy, yeah
pull up to your home, you know what i’m on, leave the door open
she know she the sh-t, lil’ mama, she be swaggin’, she gon’ put it on, yeah
let me know if you f-ckin’ with me
i got all of these diamonds, she know i be shinin’
i put my new b-tch in a mink
pop this molly and f-ck her to sleep (yeah)
[refrain]
b-tch, i’m rollin’, early mornin’, know my cup full of drank
baby, pick up the phone, you ain’t answerin’ me
baby, pop that p-ssy open, put that p-ssy on me
think about you when i’m sober, bae, i need you like my lean
[chorus]
f-ck what they sayin’, i’m a gangster, they ain’t live how i’m livin’
f-ck them b-tches, we keep it player, gotta go out and get it
run them digits, i stack that paper, right around murder business
we gon’ split ’em if a n-gga play with us
[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m out my top, yeah
ride around with glocks, yeah
f-ck all the opps, yeah
i’ma k!ll ’em all dead
let a n-gga play with us, put him in a coffin
got it on my own, yeah, can’t no p-ssy n-gga say he put me on, b-tch
[refrain]
b-tch, i’m rollin’, early mornin’, know my cup full of drank
baby, pick up the phone, you ain’t answerin’ me
baby, pop that p-ssy open, put that p-ssy on me
think about you when i’m sober, bae, i need you like my lean, yeah
[outro]
yeah, uh
uh, uh (yeah)
everybodyk
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