beez - gang$ta lyrics
[hook]
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
that sh-t so gangsta my n-gg-
the sh-t me and my n-gg-s do be gangsta my n-gg-
getting money f-cking b-tches living gangsta my n-gg-
that sh-t so… (that sh-t so)
man that sh-t so g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
[verse 1]
i wake up early, kush in the paper then start twirling
just one lick, light that back and get that b-tch burning
ain’t too worried with that f-ck that sh-t that don’t concern me
hair looks rough gotta get that sh-t lined up next pearly
hop in a group text what’s good for today my n-gg-s?
i don’t know about y’all but a n-gg- like me tryna hop on some tail like tigger
my car beat so loud don’t blame me blame my weed and system
when i leave my crib they probably be like “that stupid n-gg-!”
ain’t too much i could tell you ’bout this life i be living
ain’t no way to explain just how high i be getting
i got way more bars than any size of a prison
if you want action come get at me like a follow on twitter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter
blowing through this cake like it’s my f-cking b’day
make the tables turn like i’m a f-cking dj
and to my haters i decided i love all of y’aaaall
funny thing is that i wrote this verse on april fools day. hahahaha
[hook]
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
that sh-t so gangsta my n-gg-
the sh-t me and my n-gg-s do be gangsta my n-gg-
getting money f-cking b-tches living gangsta my n-gg-
that sh-t so… (that sh-t so)
man that sh-t so g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
[verse 2]
it’s push to start my sh-t, cut on when i ain’t in it
even though i’m rolling as i swear i’m winning
no pun intended, two chains on, oh yeah i’m different
on the real this beat so loud might hit the nae nae in it
back to the bars cause this sh-t here is l-i-v-e
yeah i’m beez don’t make no jokes ’bout the h-i-v-e
in the lab, with a white girl, pushing b-ttons like get out dee-dee
hanging on my rod, i swear to god, she’ll end up like mimi
one hand in the air one hand on my d-ck it’s disco season
i dropped your chick in here like i had crisco grease in
i had one hand on her chest pledge of alliegence
my other hand was in between her thighs oh jesus!
all i need in this life of sin
is me, mary and a bottle of hen’
real sh-t, i do not pretend
it’s obvious i’m the f-cking man
man i just want them benjamin’s
in the end
f-ck a twin
and her twin
again, and again, again, and again, again, and again
why you acting clueless?
[hook]
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
you know me i’m a g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
one phone call swear to god it’s going down like mayday-day-day-day-day
that sh-t so gangsta my n-gg-
the sh-t me and my n-gg-s do be gangsta my n-gg-
getting money f-cking b-tches living gangsta my n-gg-
that sh-t so… (that sh-t so)
man that sh-t so g-a-n-g-s-t-a-a-a-a-a-a
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