Lyrics:
fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know who)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow
a pound
I was thirteen then back when Yoga was caddillac'n it
my campaign was let a lil nigga get a crack at it
far from a gangsta but was learnin a lot
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
So Mr Fantasy
Every day and night living in a fallacy
We're in love with it
Deep in with the vanity
Another reason for the feeling to be guaranteed
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
(Uh)
(Yuh)
I'ma tell y'all, 4 years just passed by (Passed by)
Now the time's come, we must say goodbye (Bye)
And the one person, or the other one
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
a minute to breathe
And put the mic in check
I got some love for real
But ain't no disrespect
But on the cool, I be flippin
Followed by some gangsta ass
(nigga what.)
Let's put this shit down my lil' homey, Mr. Turner, with the murder.
He got my back, you know he put me up on game.
When they get up,
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
forever"
Play my cards right, they say I went too left
They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F
Played chess in this game of pawns and knights
Now I
Seeing as she loves hyenas
Especially hyenas with money like Lee Iaccoca with an attitude
She just wanna have fun and I can give her what she want
I can
'm clutchin
His lil gangsta boo
Naw that ain't my nigga
But I love him
My lil Woot de Woot
I'm a pistol totin
Gas smokin
Bitch straight up out the Lou
Naw that
gangsta
Stacking money like a pro
Lil baddie on the low
Throw a tantrum on the floor
You gon give me what I want
Miss gangsta Imma go hard
Go hard like
on another level
I know you feel this
the pimp and the gangsta
ask yo self
now who s the realest
(Chorus - Mr. G'stacka)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta
a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it?
If I tell you run out, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy)
If I give you a brick are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy)
If
They love me
They say now pass the ganja to the left hand side
Flipping in the Range Rover blowing past the one times
Hit me with the
Bubble
up with 5 or more pounds, I take em
If niggas could stop cappin in they raps
Then on my life I'll pay em
And wassup with all these lil gangsta rats
Baby, my tongue goes numb
Sounds like, "Ho, ho, ho" (ha,ha)
I don't want Santa's elves
Underneath this ol' tree
Here's a lil' carol I wrote
It's
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
'ma go get her that's how I got her (that's how)
Don't be mad you can't get one hotter (uh-huh)
Broke the mold when they made lil' mama (uh)
I don't
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