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letra de gang pop - sharc & pi'erre bourne

[intro]
the only thing on the mind of a shark
is to eat

[verse 1]
new [?]
doing shiesty, snipe him off the bike
brown skin, in her birkin feisty, icy brightly
she cling c-cky with her tongue and make it mighty tighty
micro, draco tiny but it’s spiking lightning
we been merking sh-t since [?]
cuzzo move like he al qaeda, shake the ground in rikers
she ride d-ck just like a soldier, know she wasn’t frightened
touch her toes, i bend her over, f-ck up her alignment
[?]
i make fireworks and rockets burst in your v-g-n-
it’s pitch black, bae, help me guide it once i get inside it
the benz coupe insane, send that sh-t to shutter island

[chorus]
yeah, i make the telly smelly, i do xans in the [?]
and your mans getting glizzied, put this hand on the gl!ck
she [?] on the c-ck
bape camo glock
shoot it through you [?] filthy
that my faygo pop
yeah, them things go
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
shoot it through you [?] filthy
that my faygo pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
[verse 2]
[?] i thought you came from china with this [?]
tryna approach the b-tch polite, the mary pockets heavy
someone got hit
glocky .20, that was not the semi
headshot
mommy’s hot spaghetti
my b-tch bad like mary poppins ’cause she popping [?]
party jumping, i look at her, it look like she ready
drive her home in that tarantula and get the necky
[?] blocks, with some immigrants, the [?]
thumb first, i be wildin’ with the glock posse
rifles, next to bibles, i know god got me
psycho, if he black out then he split noggins
put the [?] on your [?] your crib [?]

[chorus]
yeah, i make the telly smelly, i do xans in the [?]
and your mans getting glizzied, put this hand on the gl!ck
she [?] on the c-ck
bape camo glock
shoot it through you [?] filthy
that my faygo pop
yeah, them things go
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
shoot it through you [?] filthy
that my faygo pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
[verse 3]
gang inside the vip, so you [?], you get smoked (i’m with them though)
trappin’ in the trench, .30 drums and bubble [?] (drums and bubble [?])
[?] fire sh-t
she do chanel, your hoe do coach
b-tch, i [?], you don’t know sh-t ’bout rick owens (ain’t know sh-t ’bout ricky owens)
vvs like [?], young boy still play with [?]
i’m in hollywood, no uncle phil, just big dope (b-tch)
roll my spliff [?] while all the villains stick tote
cuzzo in the cut, you play with him it’s big smoke (big smoke)

[chorus]
yeah, them things go
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop
shoot it through you [?] filthy
that my faygo pop
yeah, them things go pop
yeah, the gang gon’ pop

[outro]
(nah, not like that [?], that fake though [?] that sh-t)
if i don’t go platinum, we robbin’ the brinks
draco under my armpit
(pull the driver down, might got to k!ll the driver)
yeah
(nah, not like that [?], that fake though [?] that sh-t)
if i don’t go platinum, we robbin’ the brinks
draco under my armpit
(pull the driver down, might got to k!ll the driver)
yeah

- sharc pierre bourne

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