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bobolicener - gang lyrics

gang sh-t n-gga b-tch
f-ck a n-gga in his f-ckin
d-ck n-gga f-ck a b-tch
what the f-ck you thought it was
im a real n-gga oh
sh-t never get the pick up
cause i never needed one
last album was the script
now i’m directing the
play rub some of my
memes off on your
pp like o
lay f-ckin sh-t up
tryna get the come up when there
isn’t any
tryna get your views back
when there wasn’t any
im sitting here making
this sh-t and i
still got all the money
sitting here playing games
still got none the money
thought you could rub me
off thinking i wouldn’t
come back with some new
sh-t n-gga i been planning this sh-t ever since the
first album did so f-ckin well
so i thought id come through with some
gang sh-t
coming through your squad with some
g-y sh-t
catch em off guard when i flip a n-gga
upside down, thats some hang sh-t
got a mac and a semi-glock under my
bed, thats some bang sh-t
come through like the bloods
now you like “dang, sh-t”
b-tch n-gga if you didn’t know
for an answer i won’t take a no
tryna start some sh-t with me like
d-mn b-tch slow your roll
little p-ssy n-gga aint gonna
do sh-t
little wack -ss n-gga aint gonna do sh-t f-cking oswald lookin -ss aint finna
do sh-t little giraffe neck -ss n-gga, you aint gonna do shiiiiitttttt b-tch im real
comin through the road in my b m
ready to k!ll n-gga tryna start sh-t til he see my grill make him still
but they still wanna try sh-t with me even after i put em on they
knees
dont f-ck me my n-gga im telling you
please, you dont want none of this
sh-t that i bring
ill leave your -ss on the road looking like some swizz
cheese
b-tch n-gga f-ck you thought
walk in like a f-cking thot
saying that i’m rich i’m not
talking money got a lot
last album came out late
still never got no hate
these n-ggas calling me
fake be right back i gotta
rake
in the cash like i’m f-ckin
working n-gga think he
sl!ck watch me shoot a b-tch
up catch him f-ckin twerking
d-mn
rich n-gga sh-t i
need that money if i
dont n-gga imma throw a
fit
i just took a sh-t
with your cheesecake looking -ss
head look like some f-cking
ritz
f-ck a n-gga sh-t
punch him in his lip
leave a p-ssy n-gga
looking like some cheese dip
i got mad b-tches in the back
call me the mail man
i got hops fam
welcome to the sp-ce jam
-ss round like a tin can
blowing up like the taliban
my bars are the best
they blow up like a suicide vest
make it sound ghetto
oh sh-t this p-ssy wet
call it a wet jet
p-n-s d-ck v-g-n- t-ts -ss f-ck c-nt
you can suck a mother f-ckin d-ck
oh my god n-gga what the f-ck you thought it
was son all these mother f-ckin hoes on my d-ck oh my god n-gga
what the f-ck

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