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letra de gangbang (remix) - jurrarri

[chorus: jurrarri]
my jewelry so fruity, they say my diamonds g-ngb-nging
so many different-colored diamonds got me g-ngb-nging
my wrist g-ngb-ng, my neck g-ngb-ng
my earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g-ngb-ng
my jewelry so fruity, they say my diamonds g-ngb-nging
so many different-colored diamonds got me g-ngb-nging
my wrist g-ngb-ng, my neck g-ngb-ng
my earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g-ngb-ng

[verse 1: jurrarri]
my black diamonds change, call them things soulja boy
got me running ’round, semi-automatic toy
all my diamond chains, i call them things gucci mane
i gotta represent for the ric flair gang
the green brick squad chain, call it flocka flame
don’t make me call waka, tell him, “bring the choppers, mane”
all these diamond chains, jurrarri look like boosie, mane
walk up in the club, d-mn, i feel like lil wayne
16-row bracelet or the wrist breitling
jurrarri shining, jurrarri so icy
my chain cost a check, my ring cost a check
my watch cost a check, jurrarri in that brand new ‘vette

[verse 2: mu dills]
all right, my chain blooding, okay, my watch loc’ing
now i bet you, i’m stacking cream, pinky ring, latin king
jurrarri and mu dills, ferraris on them wheels
from new jersey to alabama, n-ggas packing hammers
c-ck that iron and i ain’t slipping, i see haters lying
mu dills shining, i’m looking like i’m made of diamonds
i keep it popping, till i die, i’ll never change, man
my jewelry bang so much, they put my sh-t on gangland
but this ain’t come easy, it comes from hard work
colorful rocks, when intox, bezel star burst
go ‘head, frown up haters, my jewelry now-and-laters
you see my chain flaming? my sh-t be g-ngb-nging

[verse 3: jurrarri]
walked in the spot, d-mn, jurrarri, he the sh-t
thirty bricks on my neck, yeah, i’m the sh-t
a hundred thou in that b-tch, i’m ’bout to do it, do it
monday night, magic city, yeah, jurrarri blew it
all my ice on, ‘rarri, why you have to do it?
my wrist sh-tting on them, breitling [?] p-ssing on them
gucci belt, that’s a stack that hold the jeans up
big boy ice, ‘rarri look like football lights
fifty racks in the air, thursday night: onyx
godd-mn, ju, you still throwing plenty money
i’m in that yellow ‘vette, flying down the expressway
same color as the all yellow expressway

- jurrarri

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