letra de gang in this bitch - lud foe
[hook]
gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
we gone make it rain in this b-tch, rain on a b-tch n-gg-
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
we gone make it rain in this b-tch, rain on a b-tch n-gg-
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, gang in this b-tch
[verse 1: lud foe]
i got gang in this b-tch, gang got yo b-tch
i can’t give no fame to a b-tch
i swing on a b-tch
better watch yo tone cause we brought them things in this b-tch
i was in the field doing hits so i’m with the sh-ts
rollin off the pills in the club high in that b-tch
n-gg-s lyin in they rhymes and i’m tired of this sh-t
and i just walked inside the mall and bought whatever i want
remember trappin out the bando like how many you want
and yea i know that that’s yo b-tch but i can f-ck when i want
and i heard n-gg-s talking boy this is not what they want
these b-tches play they roles when they come to me
them b-tches turn to hoes when they come to me
lookin for some dope n-gg- come to me
when you see me you’ll be smart if you run from me
[hook]
[verse 2: stewie]
i got gang, gang, gang g-ngb-ng yo b-tch
i don’t spend a thing on b-tch but gang to a b-tch
pull up in that thing i be switchin lanes in that b-tch
walk inside the club make it hurricane in that b-tch
i got money in the wall
i’ma ball
poppin pills like tylenol sh-t dessolve
doing 10 in like in a hour
f-ck the law
we gone line these b-tches up
and we gone ball,ball,ball,ball
trappin out the bando cause the we got all the blows
you don’t want no smoke n-gg- we got all the bo
fall off in the club i get hugs from all the hoes
when we fall off in the mall we buy all the clothes
gang,gang,gang,gang,gang
you a b-tch and stain so you better tuck yo chain in this b-tch
[hook]
[verse 3: lud foe]
gang in this b-tch we ride foreign cars
hit the fall f-ck up like it’s not tomorrow
i’ma dog i f-ck hoes, young p-rn-star
n-gg- say he want smoke but he ain’t never outside
beam on this chrome i leave your brains outside
grape jelly inside peanut b-tter outside
f-cking with my gang that’s like committing suicide
sn-tch the doors off my car yea that suicide
sipping on codeine
b-tch i lean, that sh-t got me tired
she say she wanna f-ck w-ssup baby i’m the guy
turn up at my shows with the gang b-tch we always live
i put forgios on that thing b-tch we always sliding
you know how i’m rocking sh-t popping like i’m cookin fries
rocket in my pocket i’m gone pop it if a n-gg- try it
[hook]
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