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letra de the ranch cypher - spider gang

[intro: bruhmanegod]
spider gang
agh

[verse 1: bruhmanegod]
shut the f-ck up, i ain’t tryna hear none (none)
spider gang sh-t, turn up in the sun
spider gang sh-t, turn up in the sun
blowing out smoke, get a [?]
never give a f-ck about anything, not even in yo’ own life
not even own yo’ life
pull up to the show, get socked in the jaw
this is so motherf-ckin’ raw, everybody give a round of applause (round of applause)
[verse 2: fl.vco]
sun’s out (noise gone), wake up with my d-ck in the b-tch’s mouth (one more time)
oh, you got me f-cked up, got big bank (big bank)
oh, you got me bust out the big tank, pull out with the big tank
ugh, thеre they go, f-ckin’ bozo
n-gga, you don’t know what i’ve been through, smoking on that big boof
ugh, pick a bonе, motherf-cker
bullsh-t disguise, they don’t know what i’m seeing with these eyes

[interlude: wendigo]
you know, sometimes it’s difficult to see another man fail
you may feel it’s best to tell them how to be better
but at the end of the day in this big universe, we all have to forge our own way

[verse 3: solsa]
huh, we get it done on the ranch (it get done)
yeah, we get it done on the ranch
i’m countin’ all my bands and i’m smoking on a plant
b-tch, we get it done on the ranch
big ass shotgun ’round my shoulder
so much rock, i can build me a boulder
betts on my feet while i operate the plow
making money while i sleep and i’m making money now
making it, breaking it, i put in [?] to the motherf-ckin’ ground
i throw the money around me, i throw the money well
corporal violence, what chance in getting money if you got an [?]
shanking it to these f-ckers, so they’ll turn the lights down
shanking it for the pennies, yeah, we’ll shank them right down
shanking it for the coin, yeah, shanking it to the ground
[verse 4: lil darkie]
yeah, yeah, we get it done on the farm
smoking marijuana with a gun on my arm, yeah
yeah, we get it done on the ranch
i only feel safe with a gun in my hand
gun, pop, gun, pop, gun, pop
make ’em dance, i can’t walk straight with these racks in my pants
yeah, i’m so high, it’s like i’m in a trance
b-tch, i’m with the spiders, but we movin’ like some ants (yeah-yeah)
have you ever seen ants work together to carry something much larger than anyone of them?
they carry apple slices, and grapes, they do something that none of them can do on their own, together
yeah, i’m an ant, i’m makin’ bands, i’m feelin’ cramped
yeah, [?], are you a fan? motherf-cker, i’m the man
b-tch, this liquor got me, “wobbity-wobbity-woob”
alcoholism, i’m a victim [?]
yeah, i’m feeling a little drunk, the party never stop
i’m in [?]

[verse 5: christ dillinger]
yeah, we get it done on the ranch
sippin’ on that drank, and it got me in a trance
yeah, we get it done on the farm
shorty suck my d-ck, like she tryna do me wrong
yeah, i got a gun up in my hand (what?)
all my n-ggas [?], and i’m just p-ssed, like where you’ve been?
if you can’t lookout for d-mn, then you’re not a man (yeah)
shorty suck my d-ck so good, that i don’t understand (yeah-yeah)
f-ck this mic’ ’cause it’s sh-t
remember back in the day, where i couldn’t get a [?]
yeah, remember i was in school, i was wasting my time, i knew all maths and that’s it (yeah)
[?] for really exposing, but i won’t be it
[outro: blckk & lil darkie]
alright, okay
listen, uh, i love this f-cking beat, i really, i really wanna do this verse
i’m so f-cking drunk (come on, ), no, no-no-no, i smoked earlier
no-no-no, i’m f-cking-, i’m so f-ck-, i’m so- (come on, this is your moment, chris )

- spider gang

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