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Shades on in the club, shit's with it Ain't another gang like us, so get with it Swag's on point man, ready to destroy man Tryna have fun but anybody can get it We be on the grind 'til the mornin' Stackin' up money in the bank Dodge our shit if you ain't gonna bang Just show a man a sign if you down for the gang Uh uh, can't fuck with the gang, we don't fuckin' pretend Uh uh, we be bustin' the clubs 'cause you know that we can Uh uh, can't fuck with the gang, we don't fuckin' pretend Uh uh, still robbin' the shelves, still feelin' the flow Swagger on point when I step in Signs in the air for the gang that you're reppin' Don't get brave when I'm steppin' in the rave If you show a man love, everything's okay so Ready for a lively rave to have fun in If there ain't girls in the place we ain't comin' Middle finger up to the jigs, steppin' in with the gang Please tell the police they can't come in Show me a salute, that's gang Pure love for the crew, that's gang Dodge our shit if you ain't gonna bang Just show a man a sign if you down for the gang Show me a salute, that's gang Pure love for the crew, that's gang Dodge our shit if you ain't gonna bang Just show a man a sign if you down for the gang (We be on the grind 'til the mornin') (We be on the grind 'til the mornin') (We be on the grind 'til the mornin') (We be on the grind 'til the mornin') We be on the grind 'til the mornin' Stackin' up money in the bank Dodge our shit if you ain't gonna bang Just show a man a sign if you down for the gang Uh uh, can't fuck with the gang, we don't fuckin' pretend Uh uh, we be bustin' the clubs 'cause you know that we can Uh uh, can't fuck with the gang, we don't fuckin' pretend Uh uh, still robbin' the shelves, still feelin' the flow
Writer(s): Giordano Cremona, Federico Mercuri, Kristian Kiss, Edoardo Stefano Medici Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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