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bandgang biggs - street fighter كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hadouken
ayy

[chorus]
walk in saks and i punched a whole order like a street fighter
say he want smoke, his lungs strong, but i keep lighters
b_tch suck d_ck so long, her jaws rewired (d_mn, flaw, this what i’ve been prayin’ for)
i’ve been on and off the road, i can’t retire

[verse 1]
these n_ggas lames, all they mans got dropped, they on the ‘gram cryin’
i’m on the freeway doin’ a hundred, in the lamb’ flyin’
i just bust a right like i ain’t see no stop signs
a n_gga pull up on this b_tch, he gon’ see shots flyin’
i ain’t playin’ with you, b_tch, i gotta pop mine
this a lil’ get a n_gga off me lil’ glock 9
and i got the chopper in the trunk, we can cha_cha
n_gga, f_ck the rah_rah, bullets hit your papa
a n_gga mines costs, then it’s a drop on the floor
up the chop before he could get his keys in the door
hit his top and leave his b_tch weave on the floor
time to show these p_ssy_ass n_ggas how this sh_t go
first you get the drop and spin through so you could scope it
figure out his whip so you could see when he approachin’
if them n_ggas deep, we gon’ treat him like we bowlin’
this enough for everybody, b_tch, the caper fully loaded
put some money on your sh_t, better not catch you in the city
call rose like what you wanna do? let’s go fifty_fifty
it’s the bandgang, b_tch, these n_ggas know that we get busy
on that rim and i ain’t trippin’, blowin’ gas like a hippie
[chorus]
walk in saks and i punched a whole order like a street fighter
say he want smoke, his lungs strong, but i keep lighters
b_tch suck d_ck so long, her jaws rewired
i’ve been on and off the road, i can’t retire

[verse 2]
these n_ggas weak as h_ll, show up at your mama crib deep as h_ll
i’m like we see your son out and everybody lives
all that talkin’ he been doin’ on the ‘net
watch out, you know you gotta put his stupid ass in check
i’m a young g, but i got old knowledge
buy my own drip, i ain’t got no stylist
fly my own plain, don’t need no co_pilot
write my own raps, don’t need no ghost writers
i’m a young boss, can’t get a n_gga off
in the mall shoppin’, i don’t ask her, “what’s the cost?”
these n_ggas really lost, they ain’t got no sauce
bullets open up his chest like a pack of halls
everywhere i go, i’m rollin’ with a pack of ‘woods
playin’ cool with a n_gga, let him think it’s good
robbed the shoes off this n_gga when we hit the hood
i ain’t lettin’ up on n_ggas, i’m back for blood
ayy, r.i.p. pain, r.i.p. jizzle, we them one n_ggas
i’ve been gettin’ death threats so the gun bigger
need cash on deck, i don’t front n_ggas
put a scope on the rifle, time to hunt n_ggas
every time i rolled, they like, what that in the ‘wood?
seen a d_mn paranoid like who that in the woods?
i’ll never switch sides, put that on my hood
i grew up in the jungle, you won’t make it in my hood

- bandgang biggs

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