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I'm with the gang I'm with the mob, what was you thinking? Remember them days And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking If you with the squad I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it I was fighting some demons In the field, bitch I'm deep In I was raised in the deep end I know niggas be sinking Take your bitch and go deep in But I gave her back, why you tweaking? Come around with that rah-rah We leave you dead on the cement I'm straight trouble, yeah, on a double, yeah When I'm out with my dudes, send them out to get you For that bag and more bags, and more cash, and more cash and more cash And more yeah (hey) Try me, try me, watch me, watch me Catch a homi', catch a body Stuck in a hole with nowhere to go Get from by me I was on go and there was no One beside me People was sleeping but I make 'em pass out My niggas reeking and we steady gassed out Rolling with J so I took a break but nigga I'm back now Shawty done strayed a nigga away so I can't go back now I'm with the gang I'm with the mob, what was you thinking? Remember them days And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking If you with the squad I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it I was fighting some demons In the field, bitch I'm deep In I was raised in the deep end I know niggas be sinking Take your bitch and go deep in But I gave her back, why you tweaking? Come around with that rah-rah We leave you dead on the cement Heavyweight, MAC-11, yeah, that's heavyweight When I cock it, make 'em defecate when I lift it up I'ma let spray, I'ma lift 'em up into Heaven's gates Gotta hit 'em up, I can't let 'em stay Better get his bucks, I'ma get 'em touched up Top down, no brain now, I guess I'm goin' insane now Gotta charge to tha game So your bitch sayin' my name now I'm on the road to riches so I can not pose for pictures (yeah-yeah) And shawty done showed me different so I can't get close to bitches I'm with the gang I'm with the mob, what was you thinking? Remember them days And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking If you with the squad I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it I was fighting some demons In the field, bitch I'm deep In I was raised in the deep end I know niggas be sinking Take your bitch and go deep in But I gave her back, why you tweaking? Come around with that rah-rah We leave you dead on the cement
Writer(s): Tori Gayle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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