Lyrics:
these fcg's
Fake Church Gangsta
Yo
I'm spitting this rather explicit, so listen, hear my words
There's some dudes I know who would never ever go near
Tyga Tyga
Or all the above
But no fallin' in love
We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep
You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me
I
featuring Gangsta Blac
[Playa Fly]
You rather see me abolished then see Lil Flizy demolished
and do some damage and punish
blow this gangsta clean and straight
From Queens and I do it for my block huggers niggas can not touch us
Roadies gotta love us something to bottom
low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer
get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer
: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm feelin' high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I know Lil
showin' me?
Bitch I ain't no fuckin' gangsta' nigga
cnd y'all bitches never harmin' me
cnd mane them niggas caught me lackin' bitch
Oh yeah I got got
Mane
I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman (yeah), me, I'm just me (me)
Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor
But it's me you see, on your
I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman (yeah), me, I'm just me (me)
Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor
But it's me you see, on your
ha ass, smack ha butt
Make ha toot that ass up
Lil bitch I'm him, like HIM for real
Mr Star, and 1
Damn how it feel from that view
Looking down
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty
When they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin' twerk somethin' girl move ya body
When you step into
redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?
First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost
still catch me hangin' out
In the muthafuckin' club
One love (One love, nigga!), sippin' Moet
Holla'in at cha bitch (Beeyatch!)
All by my lonely,
a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I
shit)
I don't care what they say bout me, I'm da shit
(We got the Gangsta Gangsta shit)
Se quedan cortos, con esto de
Yo I just got back from Carajo
Haha and you know it, n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Y'all know what's happening
Haha
You can call me Lil' Meeno
Crazy motherf***er plus I
on business
This ain't no lil game, there's no fans and no bleachers
Mr. Michael Jackson, I told em to beat it
I'm 10 toes down and I'm standing on business
too late in the city
You got love for the squad
Or I ain't takin' you with me
Mr. Must Be Up To No Good
Blazin' those chimneys
Fuck around and move
the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas
(Woah Woah) closed
Commit a homicide if a nigga say so
She's my gangsta (Woah Woah)
Lil Shawty she'll ride if a nigga say so
And shawty she'll lie for
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