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letra de on gang! - idontknowjeffery

[intro]
oh my god, denaro
gang (no cap)
on gang
me and my gang (no cap)
type sh-t, on gang (no cap)
stamp that, on gang (no cap)
type sh-t
denaro, where the love at?

[verse]
coupe, same color darth vader
never been a waterboy always been a star player (gang)
p-ssy ass n-gga you might as well get a vibrator
laughin’ to bank, yeah laugh now cry later (gang)
drop a bad b-tch off, see you later alligator (gang)
no game on my iphone just a calculator (no cap)
trick having a hard time filling up the refrigerator
face shot on sight, you ain’ gon’ never hear me say “let’s get ‘em later”
put em on a ventilator
press the detonator (gang)
you are not a rеal opp, you just a hater, on gang
you ain’ even a rеal opp, b-tch (gang)
jeffery got the game on lock call a locksmith
take you out the picture, yeah i love how i cropped this (no cap)
what the opps gon do? n-gga, not sh-t (not sh-t)
what the opps gon do other than talk sh-t? (gang)
b-tch ass n-gga, you better stick to skateboarding
money on your head, doc jeffery pay for it (gang)
sniper said “thirty-seconds” n-gga, wait for it (gang)
y’all n-ggas g-y need to move the g-ylord (on gang)
any b-tch love me please pray for her (yo)
penthouse suite twenty-eighth floor (jeffery)
n-gga play wit’ me throw his ass off the eighth floor
walk-in closet look like the bape store (no cap)
i don’t live with none of these hoes, baby boy (yo)
burberry’ed down like i’m finna have a baby boy
i don’t f-ck with none of these hoes, baby girl
burberry’ed down like i’m finna have a baby girl
n-gga play wit’ me gon end up in the afterworld
catch a body, changed my hairstyle to a s-curl
put ‘em on a sweatshirt sh-t gon’ get ugly like earl
smokin’ on opps godd-mn this blunt pearl (no cap)
on gang
point to the ground you can die right there (gang)
six figure deal, i’m finna sign right there
catch me a body then dye my hair
now i got red hair
on gang, now i got blonde hair
sh-ttin’ on n-ggas y’all can’t even compare
thirty clip, hiding in a moncler
don’t fight over me learn how to share
no cap
you ain’ even a real opp, b-tch (no cap, on gang, no cap)
you ain’ even a real opp, b-tch (stamp that)
broke a n-gga jaw, n-gga went to get his jaw fixed
eyewitness cool, n-gga act like he ain’t saw sh-t (stamp that)
do ‘em like some sh-t on saw vi (stamp that)
never been a waterboy always been a first-round pick (on gang)
catch a body now i got a bald head (yea)
k!lled all the opps, told ‘em “homeboy they all dead” (gang)
k!lled all the opps n-gga, everyone dead (yo)
f-ck the president mane, my favorite one dead (no cap)
i ain’ even read the lil’ bullsh-t he said (type sh-t)
put you out of business like h. h. gregg (type sh-t)
i’ma be fresh when the feds take a jpeg
blue face hundreds sh-t spread like legs (gang)
y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all n-ggas got eggs
y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all n-ggas can get preg
treat a bad b-tch like family guy meg (ay)
drunk every night go to bed with a keg (no cap)
chainsaw, hacksaw hang in the shed (gang)
n-gga keep playin’ we gon aim it as his dreads (gang)
turn a n-gga dreads to some muthf-ckin’ shreds (gang)
typing ass n-gga, typed up a whole thread
police ass n-gga i know you workin’ with the feds (no cap)
naw f-ck that he workin’ with the sheriffs instead
put a f-ck n-gga on his muthf-ckin’ death bed
n-gga think he hotter than me gotta be a meth-head (gang)
no cap, on gang
you ain’ my opp n-gga, your ass woulda been dead
you are not a real opp, your ass would been dead
b-tch gotta f-ck ‘fore she get in my bed (stamp that)
‘fore i save her number, gotta get at least a lil’ head (stamp that)
my b-tch a cheerleader, i’m still ? (stamp that)
hit ‘em wit’ a headshot n-gga got the big head (n-gga, stamp that)
can’t believe it’s not b-tter make that sh-t spread
stamp that, f-ck n-gga
on gang (gang)
no cap, no kizzy (on gang)
if she don’t f-ck first night it’ll never be a-
second night or third night
put that on jesus
put that on the rap god
put that on yeezus (on gang)
put that on everybody think we beefin’
scored on the opps we’ll never get even
scored on the opps again, n-gga said quit cheating (on gang)
everyday thanksgiving the way a n-gga eating
we can put the gun down you can get your ass beaten
put that on my brother-in-law, put that on jesus
hoe get pregnant we deleting that fetus (no cap, on gang)
you ain’t speaking
n-gga think he hotter than me gotta be tweaking
put that on the bible he geeking
you are not a real opp, n-gga swear to god your ass wouldn’t be-

[outro]
denaro where the love at

- idontknowjeffery

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