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sam tf – gang lyrics

[verse 1: sam]
i ain’t never trust you n-gg-s anyway
it was motherf-ck you n-gg-s from day one n-gg-
made my first record you should’ve seen my face
now i’m living life fast tryna keep my pace
hit it from the back when she eat my aye
she can tell me everything i ate
i can tell you everything i ain’t
a n-gg- like you i need my pay
a n-gg- like you is everything that is fake
b-tch we run it up and then we roll to states
switch the states, cop the plates, paper plates
put a chopper where i lay and sit it right by my face
godd-mn we been living different
lately i only tryna f-ck on my own b-tches
it’s like we [?]
i ain’t gon’ lie to you b-tch, that money come scripted

[chorus: molly brazy]
g-a-n-g b-tch, in here with gang
money don’t change sh-t, we stay the same
squeeze it if i grab it n-gg-, that chopper bang
ain’t ’bout sh-t you hoes claim
b-tch, stop speaking on my name
g-a-n-g b-tch, in here with gang
money don’t change sh-t, we stay the same
squeeze it if i grab it n-gg-, that chopper bang
ain’t ’bout sh-t you hoes claim
b-tch, stop speaking on my name

[verse 2: cuban da savage]
gang in this b-tch, pick a side you better choose
channel 4, yellow tape your -ss on the news
me and molly stick together, different state, different weather
keep a .30 on my waist just in case i play it safe
doing hits in the wraith
if i’m batman then she robin
30 shots have you boppin’
i ain’t duckin’ no action
keep my tool, i’m never lackin’
cuban doll but i’m da savage
young b-tches living lavish, gang

[verse 3: molly brazy]
big b’s, me and cuban brazy boolin’
i got so much sh-t to do, don’t give a f-ck about what you doin’
speaking on me, b-tches don’t even know me
i been sh-ttin’, been balling on these b-tches like kobe
b-tch, lightskin is the right thing
hang around real k!llers, wrong move and i’ma send a man
n-gg- pony to the boss, you the middleman
in a minute for a verse, i’m a need ten
masoe tell these n-gg-s we ain’t for the bullsh-t
got the draco on my hip it’s a full clip
if you ain’t gang, i can’t even f-ck with you
and if you ain’t talking ’bout no money then what’s the issue n-gg-

[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
gang in this b-tch, in the club on the couches
got in with my 40, we paid access to the bouncers
since i’m lowkey might catch a body, don’t announce it
with bad b-tches dangerous n-gg-s, we like mobsters
cuban and brazy came strapped and look like models
ain’t worried bout sh-t, we got choppers for the problems
g-a-n-g that’s for got a new gun
money ain’t no issue, we ain’t running out of funds
b-tch you looking mad, you must get used to nothing
we all worth them m’s but we boolin’ in the slums
that motherf-cking draco smaller than my son
i’m really living out these songs
it’s cold at the crib came out here to get some sun
i know theses n-gg-s hating b, i make this sh-t look good
i know you n-gg-s waiting, i wish you n-gg-s would
i steal your hoe so much you wishing that she could
b-tch i’m in here

[chorus: molly brazy]
g-a-n-g b-tch, in here with gang
money don’t change sh-t, we stay the same
squeeze it if i grab it n-gg-, that chopper bang
ain’t ’bout sh-t you hoes claim
b-tch, stop speaking on my name
g-a-n-g b-tch, in here with gang
money don’t change sh-t, we stay the same
squeeze if i grab it n-gg-, that chopper bang
ain’t ’bout sh-t you hoes claim
b-tch, stop speaking on my name

- sam tf lyrics

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