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sob x rbe – onna gang كلمات اغاني

(feat. daboii)

(intro)
sh-t, ima name this sh-t onna gang n-gg-
cuz, n-gg-, everything i’m saying n-gg-, thats on gang n-gg-

(verse)
just cuz you got ya -ss a gun, that don’t make you a gangster
ole bad -ss lil boy, i’ll give you a spanking
i know some n-gg-s want me dead, i be keeping em patient
keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain’t beating no cases
load the clips up with gloves, i ain’t leaving no traces
i’ll leave up out this earth before leaving a statement
f-ck with us, yeah just know you’re beefing with haitians
we ride around with baby k’s onna special occasion
lil b-tch ima dog, but a lion at heart
you know that sh-t gon come to light, you can’t hide in the dark
and you can’t get up in this whip, catch you riding a bar
and you don’t mean sh-t you tweet but be typing it hard
and everytime i hit a b-tch, it be from behind
when they had me in that cell, i was beefing with time
nah n-gg-, i don’t rap i’m just speaking my mind
daboii for president, b-tch i’m freeing my guys
keep on talking out your neck, that sh-t funny as f-ck
i’m finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut
i’m not familiar with no manners or no hometraining
you the best liar of the year with all that bold facing
i’m just tryna touch a b and i got no patience
if you owe me n-gg- pay me in full, no payments
i ain arguing with n-gg-s i be close casing
boy i been about my chicken i be bojanging
sob rbe we the most hated
keep praying on our downfall, you gon hate it
ain’t no c’s in this p n-gg- no banking
disrespectful lil boy, you’s a no naming
mouth on bling bling, your b-tch want my jimmy dean
n-gg- you don’t really want beef, you a chilli bean
labels calling, ringy ring
ride me, silly thing
lying b-tch keep claiming i’m her lover, must be billy jean
and its 200 on this dash, valet i’m parking at
it’s still a mystery, can’t remember where my heart was at
where my target at? z lock with me and i’m sparking that
you talk behind my back, i take your b-tch
her back? she arching that
i keep that muf-cking .40
and you don’t want no problems with that deuce deuce
ima young wild n-gg- wit an old soul
90’s baby, middle fingers to the new school
i’m bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom
he claim he up but in his pockets ain’t no blue clue
this .40 go bang this .45 go boom boom
bip tune reminiscing gone too soon
why i’m so f-cked up in the head, i wish i knew the answer
b-tch lock that phone up in that purse cuz ion do the cameras
hand me some hundreds, that ain’t blue then i’m throwing a tantrum
if i can’t pour up with that sprite ima go with the fanta
i got some demons in my gang your gang full of just brodies
and i ain’t popping out a pill, ima smoke me some dobie
its 3 peons in your whip, roly, poly, and oly
leave a hole up in your whip, now you’re holy and moly
onna gang

- sob x rbe

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