Lyrics:
man they do it for the fashion
With that Porsche on there all faggots
When it all catches up it's just tragic
And i'm out 'ere with the brothers (gang
got an ass so she ain't lying
I Been on that ass hit it like eight times
Tryna be like me man its gonna take time
Heart cold man it's colder than a cool
see
How my gang be loaded up
Bunk her down and we gon run her up
You wondering who done that
Like why you gonna do that
Damn you really clueless
Take
and I cool, don't tell me nothing
Plotting on a come up, a nigga up to something
Look
Gang gang gang
Fucking gang shit
Y'all niggas know how it go
TFE
to take
Your grandma out you got to know 'bout shit
To talk 'bout shit
Why the fuck you think I talk like this?
In any hood that you go, it's the same
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
house is this? (Gang Gang)
Flame flame, yeah they know who track it is
Shorty brought her friends
Oh they bad? Cool
Bring 'em in
And I'm drinking from
the shit
No not maneur
I'm dicking her down she like how we do it
She like how we do it
Gang Gang
They watch how we do it
We bout to take em to school
We
cool, Drop top and keeping cool
You're thicker than a milkshake
I'm tryna keep it too smooth
Like milk smooth with a cherry on top
Mr smooth, you tryna be
no top
Making bottles pop
Chilling by the rocks
Top shelf smoking while we running from the cops
Told brodie keep it cool baddies come in twos
When you
George Jefferson, WHEEZY!
Chino XL my brother be -Wiz and cool Keith
now try to take it easy
[Kool Keith]
My range is high rise, do people know I'm
Taylor Gang is the gang and you know us
Know us
First of all, I’m one of those niggas
Who like to get his money straight
Meet a bitch
Treat her to a cool
i hop on a track
I'm cooking up a stew
I know they hate
But it really be cool though
Teach them a lesson
Bro take em to school though
They fuck with
GANG
Man fuck the cool shit we ain't dapping hands
Yeah
i'm on demon time without the perc 30 to the head
Yeah
That boy scary
He keep fake clutching
girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
Wrist on icebox
I got diamonds I got gold
cll my girls makin' money
Movin' coke by
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
Run the world I am on top of it, Run the world I am on top of it
Run the world I am on top of it, Run the world I am on top of it (FORTY ONE)
Where
got new ones
No fake ones trust no one
It's Boy better know till I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause man get money with the gang
lots a Caine
And they just want pop and bang
On niggas that's not the gang
My niggas young fly hooligans
You know it's fon
I stay surrounded by some
I took some L's with my gang
Fucked up a check with my gang
Get it right back with my gang
Well you win some and you lose some
Don't touch me if you
could probably by a 'rarri
Ima buy condo then McDonald's just to burn that bitch
Take a picture out front for my mixtape cover make a playlist
Drop a new
he done come up
Same little hoes we was hitting back then
Keep staring I know she wanna take her a picture
It was all cool but you can't even get close
a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick
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