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This that gangsta shit Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' shit Nah bitch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii, why you always talkin' shit? Bitch, I get paid for this This that gangsta shit Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' shit Nah bitch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii, why you always talkin' shit? Bitch, I get paid for this I don't give a fuck how bad she is, nah, I can't pay the bitch Tryna figure out, like, "Who the fuck they think they playin' with?" Bitch, I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta shit, bitch This that gangsta shit Nah lil' nigga I'on't play no sports, but I'll play a bitch Knock the baddest bitch, now watch me treat her like a basic bitch Put her in her spot, I got her bustin' like a K the clip Ooh, I think this lil' bitch a ten, look how she takin' it Every nigga on my team will shoot, yeah, we thе Lakers bitch Brodie bro ain't nevеr broke the code, but he'll break a bitch I'll pull up to a opp grave, piss, and take a shit I don't know what's wrong with these lil' niggas, but I feel sorry for 'em Put a opp nigga in the ground, throw a party on 'em Boy, best get the fuck up out my way if you don't fuck with I Uhh, I'ma SOB nigga fuck the other side Almost gave up rap a year ago, this shit fun again I don't trust a soul, I hit the stage bitch with my gun in hand Bitch, I'm in that field, I'm in that jungle, bitch, the motherland SOB x what? Nah nigga, we don't fuck with them bitch This that gangsta shit Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' shit Nah bitch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii, why you always talkin' shit? Bitch, I get paid for this I don't give a fuck how bad she is, nah, I can't pay the bitch Tryna figure out, like, "Who the fuck they think they playin' with?" Bitch, I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta shit, bitch Yeah, gangsta nigga need a gangsta bitch Damn, I love them jeans up on you, bae got all that cake in it How he make that choppa sing like that? He think he Drake with it I'll bend that lil' babby over and go ape in it Granny make me used to chew on soap, I got a potty mouth She like, "What you really wanna do?" I whip my johnny out How you get ran through not celibate? Bitch, what's yo' body count? Tired of niggas actin' like they killas, what's yo' body count? Rich niggas still eatin' TV dinners and top ramen noodies I just seen a opp, boy played it cool, ain't even try to shoot me Oh you got crate? You say it's sealed, then let me buy the juicy I could tell the way, she givin' brain, this bitch a college student I can't listen to nobody music, I'ma fan of I She like, "What I gotta do to fuck?" I told her, "Fantasize" What the fuck you pour up in yo' soda? Boy yo' Fanta lie The opps know that we be out here for real, that's why they kept inside nigga This that gangsta shit Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' shit Nah bitch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii, why you always talkin' shit? Bitch, I get paid for this I don't give a fuck how bad she is, nah, I can't pay the bitch Tryna figure out, like, "Who the fuck they think they playin' with?" Bitch, I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta shit, bitch
Writer(s): Bigram Zayas Jr., Matthew Delgiorno, Leron James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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