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birdman – we gansta lyrics

(feat. all star cashville prince & yo gotti)

this here for the money homeboy
money money money train n-gg-
it’s like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
and then we back and bounce back b-tch
yea
it’s real simple n-gg-
it’s just seein to be what’s in you n-gg-
if you a hustla, you gonna get dough
and that’s how it goes.

them n-gg-s talking bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
them n-gg-s talking bout it but they know we gangstas
tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous

i gotta get this money, i gotta i just gotta
not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(harlem)
i’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since i’m a stunna i get em from ten
(yeaaa)
i just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f–k em)
i’m about my business i git it from slim
i grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville i’m gon swagga
pimpin on the car i’m gon mask up or bang up

hustla, gangsta, old school chevrolet
custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood,
so i’m like f–k bein famous
you don’t wana live my life,
trust me i’m dangerous, i must keep a banga
(yeeaaa)what can i say but when it’s on, it’s on
if we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone
allstar homey, keep a h-ll of a price
cash money still a army and i earn my stripes

i’m a gangsta millionaire since
you could put me on the scale and weigh everythin
i’m 36 old fishscale still stand
then eat the n-gg-
and i’m gonna ride fo my people n-gg-
i’m in the hood where the dudes be
whoever -ssumed that me a b runnin around with c and b
i gotta a army and i’m the general n-gg-
money plentiful n-gg-, then why your old lady into the n-gg-
i’m a b-tton down bricks and voices off in my head
like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds
fo real i got mexican friends, i ain’t gon’ lie about it
and i took a few losses i ain’t gon’ cry about it
but i’ll front you a brick if you down and tapped out
a n-gg- shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
yo gotti straight up i’m a snitch killa
don’t even speak to me garth, you ain’t a real n-gg-

now i’m riding through my town got the key to my city
all the tin mo things brand new in the minute
every n-gg- in this mothaf–ka no me dog
livin legend, ridin fly, n-gg- ball n fall
methomine project where i started the struggle
gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle
k.c gave me the game, i took it n tuck it
n-gg- brought it to another level cookin n cutting
from the half 17’s, n-gg- 50 n hundreds,
i done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on b-ttons
and i done did my time, i wouldn’t git it, wouldn’t git it
and got it on my mind cause it’s money over b-tches
all the time i’m bout mine, n-gg- workin from digits
green bag full of cash n-gg- how we feel it
stunna island poppin bottles n-gg- f–kin them b-tches
got the money and fame and them and them come on with it, mo hundred

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