Lyrics:
gangsta and we grew up selling raw
Momma know my momma, now we go to war
Gold mouth dawg' and he got some hardest
I get in can no one can save him from god
your test results
are you the father
I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother
I'm the father of this gangsta shit
never thought that I have
peek-a-boo
I'm smokin' that Platinum Cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that Hi-Tech
Four pockets full, lookin' like thigh pads
Talkin'
a blessing to his soul not just any hood chick
If he rocking on my soul
Imma roll I’m on go
My Number one never two
That’s my baby, that’s my boo
My
Talk gangsta but outside he nervous
So beefing with bro never worth it (west, west)
In love with the money we flirting
Run it up quick we move perfect
side and watch the haters die
Baby we meant, I can tell you by that gangstashit you gangsta bitch
I start to thing that you were heaven sent
It's me
Pretty face and petite body yea yo nigga love it boo
Nigga I'm a gangsta so you know I ain't yo fucking boo
Niggas weird so I don't have one nigga
soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
(*humming*)
[Chamillionaire]
Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
So
Diamond In The Back
Sunroof Top Diggin The Scene With A Gangsta Lean
Diamond In The Back
Sunroof Top Diggin The Scene With A Gangsta Lean
Diamond
your nigga
This ghetto love is way too real boo
Gettin' this scrilla for cheese, it's just for you
Remember that gangstas need love too
And ain't no
I’ll never ever leave
Lies never been so sweet
Not sorry that I’m me
Thanks for everything (ohh)
Babygirl you know I keep it gangsta
You won’t be
Wewnętrzny chłód na mnie zerka dusza, jakby zmrożona
Na stole demony oba czas przestać się ciągle chować więc robię
Peek a boo jak Tyson albo śmierć
Albo
a playa, belied' that man (belied' that, g!)
She ridin wit a gangsta, you know that man (know that man!)
Now I'm about to go bang her, belied' that man
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe
What? What?
My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf
Mics come with a teflon vest, my
the flo'
As if we started a war
Boo-Yaa! It means a cry from a shotgun
You want some of this, come on and get some
Feel that Boo-Yaa bass, it get louder
Only
1: Gangsta Blac]
Got me runnin' duck and survive, up in this rap game
Play it fly, and movin' equipped, wid blunts and blaze man
Suburban
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
We been out here gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!
6 shit quality street music!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never 'bout
I love you and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy, you
New car new shoes same click
True squad new boo same bitch came in
New car new shoes same click
True squad new boo same bitch
Whole lotta money just
the lil bitch gone and kick rocks boo
Free my niggas doing day by day day by day missing you
Gangsta baby I can't fit with them they ain't my kind of dudes
feet and hop
The fuck off of my dick
All chumps get squashed by
The Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain't takin no shit
Got everybody tryin'a steal
shoes
This is good livin boo, I left the weed in the living room
We blazed the blunt then jumped in the swimming pool
The pussy was tight, the head
I love you and I need you
Nelly, I love you, I do
Need you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Boy, you
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