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bandgang biggs - gang كلمات أغنية

[intro: bandgang biggs]
(you cut up on this one, jay c)
(mia jay c)
woo
c’mon now
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
i need a ticket, ain’t talkin’ disney world, i’m talkin’ millions
a milli’ can’t get in anywhere, that’s my admission (yeah)
i’m trippin’, i brought a dub out, they think i’m slippin’
why n_ggas hatin’ on the gang? i just don’t get it (at all)
i’m spazzin’, the way i count, she think i’m doin’ magic
not average, no tom brady, i ain’t givin’ passes (nah)
i’m savage, my b_tch, she bad as h_ll, but she get ratchet (d_mn)
run up on me on some thirsty sh_t, she get to clappin’
my sh_t exclusive, your sh_t out of pocket, too much usage (lame)
just let me see them p_ssy lips on live, i think i’m boosie (b_tch)
i don’t f_ck groupies, ’cause they get hit once, start actin’ stupid (man)
i ain’t got time for it, i’ll leave a ho clueless (yeah)

[verse 2: bandgang javar & bandgang jizzle p]
yeah, the feds watchin’ us, but that don’t mean sh_t
i don’t go in stores no more, i send this cold b_tch
you would think we on the puppy, she brought me that dog sh_t
i don’t f_ck with that dog heavy, don’t own one pit
ho_ass n_ggas talkin’ crazy, here we go again
mone’ll stretch your ass with five and i just gave him ten
i wouldn’t wanna be you, he just got fn
that b_tch’ll push your sh_t back, barber with shaky hands
i ain’t floyd, f_ck i look like tryna box?
dog thought we was ’bout to tussle, got his ass shot
fn bullets had his thighs burnin’ like squats
but right now, that’s an open case, i can’t say a lot (ayy)
[verse 3: bandgang jizzle p]
[?] in a foreign right now, just me and brodie
old_school chopper, nickname that b_tch mc’foley
n_ggas quick to save a b_tch, so heroic
when you get money, all these b_tches, they be open
i’m big steppin’ on these n_ggas, ten_five for valentinos
i’m out in compton sellin’— to all my migos
[?] locked in with my bloods and i f_ck with big c’s, though (ayy)
carry it out, ’cause i ain’t f_ckin’ for no free ho

[verse 4: bandgang lonnie bands]
on my mama, i just bought a quarterback, dan marino
i heard you got them bricks, but you a rat, call you nino
you lyin’ on these tracks, we call that lil’ n_gga leo
i heard you out here savin’ all these hoes, you the hero
i’m really certified in these streets, check my resume
i know i hurt these n_ggas’ heart, i know they feel some type of way
but they’ll never say how they really feel
you don’t want your mom deuce to find you in a cornfield
i don’t know about y’all, we pourin’ akorn still
thinkin’ about them long roadtrips really give me chills
turnin’ out these lil’ white b_tches just for emmett till
the b_tch got a bust twenty days before she eat a meal
labels really pimpin’ these lil’ rappers, keep that record deal
you would think i’m lyin’ if i tell you we gettin’ four pills
i don’t almost rob n_ggas, i take sh_t for real
huh, we ain’t doin’ no attempts, n_gga, we k!ll sh_t for real

- bandgang biggs

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