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bklue rollxn – trojan gang lyrics

[hook]
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
[verse 1]
know we the barrio primo
shots to yo’ head like it’s motherf-ckin’ chemo
tryna find opps in the water like nemo
takin’ yo’ wop like it’s motherf-ckin’ repo
neighborhood crip in this b-tch ‘cause i say so
locs in the cut and they posted like fredo
hurry, it can get dirty
this clip right here it hold 30
n-gg- said that he gon’ murk me
i really wanna see it happen
locs in this b-tch so we gon’ get it crackin’
pull up on blocks with the wands get to clappin’
this is what happen when n-gg-s c actin’
all on the book, young n-gg- logic got took
leavin’ his family shook, shoulda stuck to the books
n-gg- wasn’t playin’ his role, so we send shots to his soul
we totin’ the pole
n-gg-s been talkin’ real bold, so we made young n-gg- fold
we creepin’ by blind, havin’ you peep out yo’ blinds
he got the .40 i’m totin’ the .9, this b-tch right here is a one of a kind
33 shots at yo’ motherf-ckin’ spine, you think that i’m lyin’
come on our side, watch how these bullets start flyin’
n-gg-s been trippin’ and shootin’ and missin’, i got a scope so i’m aimin’ with distance
bangin’ on slobs ‘cause a young n-gg- crippin’
sauced up in blue, yeah a young n-gg- drippin’
i got on my boot so you know that im trippin’
this pistol keep leanin’, n-gg- wake up ‘cause you dreamin’
i am the neighborhood demon, hit up yo’ block now its steamin’
i got the dope if you fiendin’, gas in my lungs so you know i ain’t breathin’
hop out the car with the pistol im squeezin’
hard on the book but in person you freezin’
blood k!ller, any b-tch for a reason
you look out yo’ window, i got the f-ckin’ extendo
i don’t give a f-ck who you send for, i’m k!llin’ yo’ kinfolk
ridin’ ‘round with a .44, i don’t give a f-ck i’m a blowhole
now you can’t dip, all of my n-gg-s bang crip
wet yo’ -ss up like a ship, beat yo’ -ss down like a pimp
i heard that you flipped, but it ain’t gang
pull up on you make you change, glock’ll hit ya in the rain
me and my n-gg-s bring pain, we don’t give a f-ck ‘bout yo’ name
boy stop playin’ these games
run up on you with the things, sending these shots to yo’ brain
these hollows gon’ sing like usher, that b-tch gon’ bust ya
bustin’ yo’ head like a gusher, me and my n-gg-s gon’ rush ya
came out them trenches, totin’ these b-tches
n-gg-s is b-tches, hoes be flippin’
catch yo’ -ss in the cut, leave you limpin’
neighborhood crippin’, boy what’s the difference
catch yo’ -ss hoppin’ over these fences, me and my n-gg-s ain’t playin’ with semis
30’s on me boy we ready for war
crips, we men, they ready for smoke
trojan gang, b-tch you already know
trojan gang, b-tch you already know
trojan gang, b-tch you already know
[hook]
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
[verse 2]
trojan gang, b-tch you already know, numba 9 in the back with a .4
blue religion with this motherf-ckin’ semi, shoot the whole clip ‘til this b-tch lookin’ empty
double rr in the cut with a .50, 90 crip, we the motherf-ckin’ city
you n-gg-s we murkin’, closin’ the game like a curtain
40 glock’ll make a n-gg- start jerkin’, comin’ to a n-gg- funeral smurkin’
trojan gang in the b-tch, and we lurkin’
you already know how that go, me and my n-gg-s kick both of the doors
me and my n-gg-s gon’ go for the dros, kick down the door and get down on the floor
find out where the money safe, put a .35 to his f-ckin’ face
leave a n-gg- dead in his own place, take the police on a f-ckin’ chase
‘til they find out we gon’ beat the case, then we leave a f-ck n-gg- face erased
then i asked him how the bullets taste, tie a n-gg- up, throw ‘em in the lake
next day they find him in a different state, in a different place, without a f-ckin’ trace
trojan gang, tatted on my face, rich rollin’ that’s the price i pay
if he talkin’ i’ma let him lay, f-ck n-gg- know the f-ckin’ movement
gas bag with a f-ckin’ uzi, sneak geekin’ while yo -ss snoozin’
molly, molly, got me in my lane, real n-gg- i’ll never change
big bags of that mary jane, see a opp, that’s a easy stain
put a n-gg- in a picture frame, now the n-gg- in the f-ckin’ dirt
see his mama now her feelings hurt
trojan gang put it on a shirt, trojan gang put it on a shirt
[hook]
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t
trojan gang, b-tch
we on the same sh-t
i’m bangin’ n’s, b-tch
you bang the same sh-t

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