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letra de gang shit - rg (rap)

[intro]
koast
paupa got beats makin’ history

[chorus: slimmy b]
b-tch i stay on some gang sh-t
big body pink slip no payment
fat ‘wood to the neck, i’ma face it
if a n-gga want my spot you gotta take it b-tch
b-tch i stay on some gang sh-t
big body pink slip no payment
fat ‘wood to the neck, i’ma face it
if a n-gga want my spot you gotta take it b-tch

[verse 1: rg]
big body b-tch i’m slidin’ wit’ this four nick’
let a f-ck n-gga trip we got dumb clips
new whip, new ‘fit and a thick b-tch
f-ck all that talkin’ lil’ b-tch gotta take d-ck
ayy, we them n-ggas on that gang sh-t
and every n-gga ’round me shootin’ tryna ‘k sh-t
stich lip we ain’t makin’ no statements
i heard that n-gga told so he had to get a face lift b-tch
aye, all that yappin’ but ain’t touched none
i’m a felon but i’m still out here totin’ guns
you could ask the sucka side they don’t want none
ten shot clips n-gga you can get the whole dub
knock a n-gga down wit’ no question
hands work but a n-gga rather stretch ’em
heard the feds watchin’ like netflix
if you want the cheese ya lil’ b-tch gotta catch ’em b-tch

[verse 2: kt foreign]
feds comin’ throw that glock in that stash spot
all these bands got me lookin’ like a jackpot
fat chain wit’ 30 rounds, you gon’ sn-tch what?
he act tough ’til them hollows made ’em gr-ss hop
sneak diss i don’t know nothin’ bout that
slide up when they pose like it’s snapchat
all offense f-ck defense we don’t bust back
foreign penny you get popped tryna touch that
for my n-ggas keep it lit like july 4th
diego n-gga plus my name poppin’ in the north
18, 19 slidin’ in the porsche
round what but this glock leave a n-gga torched
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout fades i don’t fight sh-t
sendin’ shots at any n-ggas on that hype sh-t
big body maserati on my fly sh-t
i know they plottin’ when they see me still ain’t tried sh-t b-tch

[verse 3: lil papi jay]
hear them n-ggas want my spot come take it
call me bro to my face that’s that fake sh-t
plottin’ on my pockets got some n-ggas on the case b-tch
choppa in yo’ face b-tch, had to rearrange sh-t
for my money yeah i bet i do the race b-tch
n-ggas stealin’ flows and that sh-t weak boy you basic
this sh-t come way too easy like these hoes makin’ these payments
y’all trickin’ off on that p-ssy n-gga where is yo’ cape b-tch?
sprinkle me wit’ this p’ game i’m laced wit’
pour up four sip this lean wit’ the same n-ggas i came wit’
my pockets stuffed that’s the only thing that’s changin’
n-ggas want pics wit’ me to act like we hangin’
from my d-ck yeah they sw-ngin’
hit that b-tch once now you know that she cravin’
road head so i drive like miss daisy
not talkin’ money then what is you sayin’?

- rg rap

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