Lyrics:
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
internet gangsters cause they some fucking bitches
Hold you bitches by the neck, and put you bitches under water
Y'all simply cannon fodder
(Hold you bitches
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till
yeah, come on (gangsters)
You know how we do (pop a bottle for this)
Uh, uh (if you pimpin', pop a bottle for this)
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
yeah, come on (gangsters)
You know how we do (pop a bottle for this)
Uh, uh (if you pimpin', pop a bottle for this)
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring
this motherfucker like
The tattle nigga (Clinton Sparks)
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by and they
York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome
Chicago, is where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by
times of a European gangster
I survey my disco through panoramic windows
Surrounded by some anorexic bimbos
Albanians are dancing in the club with
to Recieve
That hate don't hurt me
Believe me I'm good
I'm forgiven
I'm covered by his blood
And the day some ever do happen to Me
What it is gangster what you
the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time
He sits back
to put you to rest
Step outside I'm surrounded by danger
Step outside I'm surrounded by gangster's
Sink or swim if you ride w the wavers
Don't speak
of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Freaky bitch, I do this,
thick, dat *** Daz is major
I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
See a fighter to the fullest, if
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
Californ-I-A we parley the G way
Some wear red and black, and some sport (Blue and Grey!)
But gangsters don't dance, we hang-boogie and bang
So it's
a 808
They try and they fail better change your ways
Chop got me a okay
Bigger belly now they telling me check your weight
Live like a gangster
Play by
/
I'm a gangster 4sho /can't be surrounded by no weirdos /
In my mind I wanted peace /but in my heart it's Bo's and arrow's /
Dude reached for his
Security yeah yeah
Security
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me
BaddestOG Gangsters
Have been working everyday i never cash out
Have been begging for update, they never dash out
Street hard, street hard they no
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