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saint jhn - 4 the gangsters كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[chorus]
money don’t hide from the gangsters
p_ssy don’t hide from the gangsters
luck, it don’t hide from the gangsters
no switching sides for the gangsters
no switching sides for the gangsters
no switching sides for the gangsters

[verse]
let’s raise a glass to the gangsters
benzes gon’ crash for the gangsters (yeah)
went from the trap to the mansion (yeah)
don’t come too close, i get anxious (yeah)
b_tches gon’ clap for the gangsters
hermés is gap for the gangsters (oh)
she spun the pole like an angel
i fell in love with a dancer (oh)
she held my gun, it’s romantic (oh)
this life, ain’t no second chances (oh)
cuttin’ off parts of the cancers
we need a plaque for the gangsters
it’s tit for tat for a g.o.a.t. like me, okay
i’ve been runnin’ through the streets like this all day
in a four_wheeler, crazy
baby, two_wheels, i ride it
[chorus]
money don’t hide from the gangsters
p_ssy don’t hide from the gangsters
luck, it don’t hide from the gangsters
no switching sides for the gangsters
no switching sides for the gangsters
no switching sides for the—

[part ii]

[intro]
festival season

[chorus]
woah, woah
the p_ssy got a margarita flavor, i’m drunk
i popped the ‘rari out in chattanooga, where she from
her mother told me i’m the best boyfriend she had
my n_ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
a million in his stash, the money in his bag
she never had a big d_ck n_gga, she on my lap
i throw some money in the air, please do not count
that’s light bill money for a rich n_gga house

[verse]
like i’m racist, i like a white b_tch for some head
i’m racist, i need a black b_tch for some ass
i’m racist, i need asian b_tch for the math
i’m racist ’cause i don’t see no color when you bad
abrasive ’cause i’ma send them n_ggas there to crash
the plaintiff, but how ’bout to talk through the mask?
complacent, you lazy and runnin’ up a tab
you brazy, this robbery just some more sh_t that i had
you basic, but maybe i buy a b_tch a bag
i’m spiteful, i’m ’bout to f_ck her friend to make her mad
i’m spiteful, i might just f_ck his b_tch then shake his hand
i’m cravin’ the same twin sisters that i had (woo)
[chorus]
woah, woah
the p_ssy got a margarita flavor, i’m drunk
i popped the ‘rari out in chattanooga, where she from
her mother told me i’m the best boyfriend she had
my n_ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
a million in his stash, the money in his bag
she never had a big d_ck n_gga, she on my lap
i throw some money in the air, please do not count
that’s light bill money for a rich n_gga house

[outro]
when this motherf_cker drops
you forget everything you knew before

- saint jhn

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