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Ab-Soul - Gang'Nem ft. Fre$H (Official Video)
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Markeith Nelson
Markeith Nelson
Бэк-вокал
Gionardo Burg
Gionardo Burg
Бэк-вокал
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Вокал
Fre$h
Fre$h
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
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Supreme Williams
Supreme Williams
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Matthew Schaeffer
Matthew Schaeffer
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Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
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Jake Kosich
Jake Kosich
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Markeith Nelson
Markeith Nelson
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Sounwave
Sounwave
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sounwave
Sounwave
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Beach Noise
Beach Noise
Продюсер
AyooMeco
AyooMeco
Продюсер
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Миксинг-инженер
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Миксинг-инженер
Devin Ragsdale
Devin Ragsdale
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
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Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
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For the homies, my niggas Amen All my naysayers are eating crow Cause we reaping every single thing that we can sow Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist Everything is connected and we the seamstresses Doo-rag wrapped up tryna train my waves Auntie gave me a bowl cut, but I was catching fades I went 15 like 15 times Got away with 19 crimes I'm sipping this wine, yea Writing raps in the trap I was locked in The drank made me slow, but my mind was on mach-10 (God) Elbows of vegetable for the LO (Gas) I had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold If you know, you know Really though The homie hit me told me hide the blicky bro This niggas always into some wild shit One time he bought the KelTec I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights But gotta couple crodies I would go to war for (Gang) Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a Soul Soul Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem Since a youngin' I been on some ride or die shit I got secrets Ima die with Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem I ain't never cutting ties with the gang nem Since a youngin' I been on that ride or die shit I got secrets Ima die with Dead homies tattoo'd on my skin Stash tools in the Benz Flag blue like the Wind Blame the lean shorty for this bad mood that I'm in She say she love me, so I made her smash two of my friends You know I ride for my niggas middle finger to the opposition Been the man all my life cause see my pops in prison Not to mention I came up getting chose by lots of women Cause every time they sold their bodies know I got commission Toxic nigga Might just tat the skull and bones CIP Doe Burger Can't believe that my lil brother's gone Missed my flight that morning Got his text, but I missed bruh call If I was there, I woulda caught a body like a trust fall Or been somewhere in surgery Pistol close as Glen, can't let em murder me If I go to jail and do a bid, it was for perjury Certainly, I swear you'll never hear that dude told Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone (Fresh) Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem Since a youngin I been on some ride or die shit I got secrets Ima die with Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem I ain't never cutting ties with the gan n em Since a youngin I been on that ride or die shit I got secrets Ima die with
Writer(s): Herbert Stevens Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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