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letra de gang gang - kivvy

aye, ha, gang gang
gang gang gang gang!
yeah that’s it right there

uh, yeah

(verse 1)
back at it again!
i’m taking time to make another song
about the other songs, and your brothers songs
they d-ck riding again
they sailing into the wind
i’m settling for the win, oh well
they should’ve stayed out, and never gave a try
i wish y’all did, i can’t even lie (i won’t lie
’cause what i find is that the more you make, the more you damage
give em a sandwich, you ain’t hungry? well i can manage
give it here i’ve been starving for years (i’ma take that sh-t)
yeah, hustling trying to make sure every dollar stretch
i can’t find a reason for my wallet yet
sh-t i probably should of tried for scholarships
now we’ve got new a generation of some kids and men
everything the saying sounding ignorant
you should know your subject and predicate
enough with your dumb sh-t i’ll be deading it
(i’m off that sh-t, aye!)

(chorus)
while they yelling gang gang, gang gang!
i be in the back like is that hood?
while they yelling gang gang, gang gang!
chilling in the back smoking backwoods
while they yelling gang gang, gang gang!
these dude sound soft as sh-t
it’s awful sh-t, get off of sh-t
it’s awful sh-t, get off of sh-t
it’s awful sh-t, get off of… sh-t

(verse 2)
yo, i’m sorry i ain’t mean to be so aggressive
i’m a little possessive
a yo this music sh-t is mine
hip-hop is still alive i possess it, no questions
not for me but, yo what’s up boys?
i got a couple for these f-ck boys
y’all looking a little suspect
and i’m upset. don’t switch tracks i ain’t done yet
i ain’t having fun yet
yo what’s good with rocking uggs and purses
dog, if that’s what’s current, then i’m old school
yeah, i thought i told you
i ain’t doing weird sh-t to be social, i’m so cool
yeah, i’m on my own wave
got one rule b-tch i don’t save
i’m like protools with upgrades, y’all audacity
i’m deading that dumb sh-t it’s a tragedy

(verse 3)
yeah
cause every time i hear of you i get confused
like who the f-ck is that and what he gonna do
f-ck your song i put more into my interludes
i be telling dudes, i will finish you
i stay winning dude
sit here now let me learn ya
you don’t know about that murder
never clutching a burner
never stack some hundred dollar bills
don’t know how that prada feels
how you feel that you’re not an earner
sorry i’m spitting the sad truth
mother f-cker you got bad roots, you like a bad tooth
everything you do is like a bad spoof
y’all need to go i’m giving mad proof
your songs makes me mad, i get uncomfortable even
i see your f-cking fans out there jumping and screaming
when they don’t really know what you be mumbling either
you done for a reason, you dumb and conceited it’s that simple

- kivvy

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