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letra de m-gang - lil' hawk (bloods)

chorus x2:

you don’t hang where i hang
you don’t claim what i claim
you don’t bang what i bang
we ain’t in the same gang

verse 1:

i’m mister red swiss, with the white stripes
this flame sh-t, gets more brighter than a limelight
let’s take a walk with me, through the ing
l-e-w double o-d
i’m from the b-o-t-t-o-m-s
v-i-l-l-e cmgb
i heard them n-ggas was dissin’, now them n-ggas missin’
if i was you, i would shut the f-ck up and listen
i don’t need a reason, we can come and squeeze it
just on gp leave yo’ b-tch-ass leakin’
watch how the f-ck you speakin’, what the f-ck you thinkin’?
this n-gga trippin’, now his mothaf-ckin’ ship is sinkin’
i’m never blinkin’, so i peep it, yeah, i bee it all
not supplies, i’m on the rise, let the bustas fall
let a real n-gga ball, i’m tryna get it all
in the i, you can die if i make the call
chorus x4:

you don’t hang where i hang
you don’t claim what i claim
you don’t bang what i bang
we ain’t in the same gang

verse 2:

i don’t trip off of heaven and h-ll
i done been through in both, n-gga, p-ssy and jail
but f-ck a b-tch, and a cell, let the money be the mail
flip you in the backseat, get the cheap motel
don’t tell that n-gga, i just f-cked his hoe
he gon’ k!ll that girl, yeah, that’s fo’ sho’
hucka bucka, punk mothaf-cka
sucka, busta, ate his ass out with the (?)
i’m rougher, way tougher, you shouldn’t have loved her
you’re handcuffed and put in a plan, that i done f-cked her
well yeah, i f-cked her, and my confessions
i gotta count my blessings from all the head sessions
you’s a trick n-gga, a b-tch n-gga
remember that sh-t’s been valid, you ain’t sh-t, n-gga
it’s huntin’ season, i’m cleanin’ up the treason
real mob life sh-t, 104 reasons
chorus x4:

you don’t hang where i hang
you don’t claim what i claim
you don’t bang what i bang
we ain’t in the same gang

verse 3:

i don’t give a f-ck about spittin’, no matter phones
i got some sh-t that will spit through some metal domes
and i’m the ones all the way to the level 40
go back to base, they gon’ say, i got h-lla flows
your sh-t’ll never go, death is next to mines
dust collectin’-ass n-gga, you will never shine
you into come (?), i’m compared to none
so when my sh-t, hit the streets, be prepared to run
get the f-ck up outta here, you no longer needed
one push from the b-tton, now yo’ ass deleted
you n-ggas better stay heated, it get cold at night
and on the westside, the left life, it’s all on sight
i’m a day one, street cred, a-1
go find some other n-ggas, you can’t, it ain’t none
like the letter b, my flow is over
you know my mothaf-ckin’ name, mister one and only
chorus x4:

you don’t hang where i hang
you don’t claim what i claim
you don’t bang what i bang
we ain’t in the same gang

lil’ hawk!

- lil hawk bloods

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