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Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
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Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
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Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
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Tariq Beats
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Uh-oh You say you affiliated but you never caught one It's body counts around this b- and you ain't got one On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one They be like "Damn, homie," yeah They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie? What the f- wrong with you dudes? I got this stick in my sweater Play with glicky, no jammin' Throw on my hoodie, no cameras I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones I get your big dawg beheaded Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin' Landlord on the necklace I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up I got milli's on milli's Haha to the bank like it's silly This P-hat don't stand for Philly This sh- Piru, do you feel me? This sh- forever, it's with me Slime business, it's sticky My life a movie, need Emmy's I slide with it on me, don't tempt me I got a problem, I know it And I ain't 'fraid to show it I sip the drank like it's water I f- her raw, I be h- My true colors be showin' That sh- red, it be glowin' You hardly hood, you ain't gangster B-, your hood disown you (uh-oh) You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh- My n- in the street, they spark that sh- The loudest man in the room get off When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh- You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh- Or the P or the B, you know fall for it The game don't know you, you soft as sh- Take his chain, f- his b- The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b- Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b- Spit on the d-, toot it up from the back Beat your a-, yeah, I taught that b- I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b- Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a n- chain, I'ma have to spark this b- I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, John Freeman, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Quinton Lamar Cook, Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps, Timothy Cornell Patterson, David Marcellious Grear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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