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letra de gangsta - propain, otb fastlane, boston george (usa) & slim thug

[intro: otb fastlane]
ayy

[chorus: otb fastlane & propain]
gangsta, go and get this bread, take care of your fam’, now that’s gangsta (yeah)
when that paper came out, watched a million n-ggas changed up (yeah)
these younging’s down for clout, do anything to be famous (d-mn)
you help a n-gga a million times, he f-cked up (ohh), still blame ya
yeah, that’s the reason i’m chosen (yeah)
ride around, big diamonds glowin’ (facts, yeah)
’bout life, got a whole lotta motion (ohh, oh-oh)
seen a lotta sh-t, but never seen a hatin’ n-gga win (yeah)

[verse 1: propain]
it’s ten toes planted, b-tch (planted, b-tch)
this self-made, n-gga, n0body hand me sh-t (mane)
back when i was broke and on that floor, boy, i was plannin’ this (yeah)
now the crib three stories and all the clothes, they look grammy fits (ayy)
my cousin’ barkin’ in ohio, that n-gga playin’ with bricks (yeah)
he lost two loaves, but said, “this time, if it land, we rich” (yeah)
meanwhile, i’m ceo and sh-t until the family lit
y’all n-ggas only look out for y’all partners when the camera cl!cks (d-mn)
clear port miami nights, we on the landin’ strip (facts)
then hit the yacht, three hoes with me, you know some santa sh-t (facts)
diamonds on me dancin’, your sh-t be stiff as a mannequin (mane)
we out here havin’ motion like oceans and they can’t stand the sh-t (yeah)
[chorus: otb fastlane, propain & slim thug]
gangsta (pro’), go and get this bread, take care of your fam’, now that’s gangsta (yeah)
when that paper came out, watched a million n-ggas changed up (yeah)
these younging’s down for clout, do anything to be famous (d-mn)
you help a n-gga a million times, he f-cked up (ohh), still blame ya
yeah, that’s the reason i’m chosen (yeah)
ride around, big diamonds glowin’ (facts, yeah)
’bout life, got a whole lotta motion (ohh, oh-oh; boss life)
seen a lotta sh-t, but never seen a hatin’ n-gga win (thugger)

[verse 2: slim thug]
big trust, no panties
gimme a million bucks, f-ck a grammy
never could stand me, raised on the nawf, so i’m different
was babies on the block movin’ militant
i was stealin’ sh-t, we deal with it tucked, forget the books
ain’t no honor amongst crooks, how much work you cook
block bleeders, never did follow, we all leaders
still beatin’ up them feeders from tidwell to almeda
i ain’t take ’em out to eat, now if i f-ck ’em, i feed ’em
love women to death, but i don’t need ’em
that’s why i mistreat ’em, y’all blind, i was f-ckin’ the whole time
got away with so much, i can’t even trust mine

[chorus: otb fastlane & boston george]
gangsta, go and get this bread, take care of your fam’, now that’s gangsta (yeah)
when that paper came out, watched a million n-ggas changed up (yeah)
these youngings down for clout, do anything to be famous (d-mn)
you help a n-gga a million times, he f-cked up (ohh), still blame ya
yeah, that’s the reason i’m chosen (yeah, yeah)
ride around, big diamonds glowin’ (facts, yeah; undeniable, n-gga)
’bout life, got a whole lotta motion (triple b; ohh, oh-oh)
seen a lotta sh-t, but never seen a hatin’ n-gga win (boss, yeah)
[verse 3: boston george & otb fastlane]
gangsta, run through that sack, make sure it never show (bing)
half a ticket sittin’ on the counter, cameras on every door (you know it)
partner just touched down from the feds, told him, “welcome home” (oh, what’s up, n-gga?)
threw him a two piece and a dime, homie, let’s get it on (boss)
bandemic (yeah), swear to god, that sh-t was good to me (swear to god, n-gga)
standin’ over the press machine with big meech’s recipe (ooh-hoo)
ever seen a n-gga get rich in three months? (i did it)
blocks goin’ for thirty, makin’ ten off each one (you know it)
take it out the press machine, dry it then put a lamp on it (yeah)
sh-t, i did this sh-t myself, so f-ck it, i put my stamp on it (godd-mn, ooh)
my partner copped it, said, “it did its thing,” even had the shine on it (yeah)
(sh-t, how you get the bumps on the side?) i put my time on it (ayy)

[chorus: otb fastlane]
gangsta, go and get this bread, take care of your fam’, now that’s gangsta (yeah)
when that paper came out, watched a million n-ggas changed up (yeah)+
these younging’s down for clout, do anything to be famous (d-mn)
you help a n-gga a million times, he f-cked up (ohh), still blame ya
yeah, that’s the reason i’m chosen (yeah)
ride around, big diamonds glowin’ (facts, yeah)
’bout life, got a whole lotta motion (ohh, oh-oh)
seen a lotta sh-t, but never seen a hatin’ n-gga win

- propain otb fastlane boston george usa slim thug

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