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cyraq - clubhouse gangstas lyrics

clubhouse gangstas lyrics
[intro]
men, these n+ggas be sayin’ all this sh+t on clubhouse
they got to drop, ain’t no word n+gga [?]
why nothin’ happen’ then, why n+gga ain’t spinnin’ they block n+gga
just be talkin’ n+gga, any n+ggas comin’ up dead n+gga

[chorus]
the n+gga is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
so many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
leave a n+gga dead, give his mama some flowers
face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
[?] and a drake, i just like how it sounds
he walked in good, but he left out wounded
cheese in your b+tch face, then im’a pound it
i don’t really be liking n+ggas
my fo+fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n+ggas
up with the glock in the face and striking it
shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to mike tyson n+ggas
[verse]
i got a whole lot of rounds in this gun
you better not get tired, as soon as you run
put a n+gga up with god, slap a n+gga with a gun
n+gga better pick sides, or get left in a pond
you could tell, my opps must not be on that gang sh+t
that gangsta sh+t
my lil’ brother [?], they on that same sh+t
you a blood or crip, or a wannabe
you a b+tch, i could see it in front of me
in the church house i had my gun on my
watch the news before you think about punchin’ me
n+ggas like sh+t, deep ain’t no jumpin’ me
i’ma put a n+gga ass right under me
put that heat on his ass, get a sunny d
it was cold in the b+tch, i was clutchin’ heat
he gon pay for that sh+t, she gonna f+ck for free
ebk n+gga, she want a f+ck a g
im’a gangster, they’re not gonna f+ck with me
i’m on the block right now, get angles
he was on instagram, now he a dead body
everytime we slide, we tryna’ shoot a n+gga head and body
drive by from out the window, i don’t know this n+gga dead properly
talkin’ ’bout he don’t want no beef no more
but when we see him, his head [?]
he buff, we gon leave him dead [?]
tryna’ swing, leave a n+gga dead, rocket
9 year’s old i saw a dead body
he get nothin’ for christmas, he’s head naughty
[chorus]
the n+gga is dead, you can’t do nothin’ about it
pop out the cut, wet him up like a shower
so many shots, we gon shoot for a hour
leave a n+gga dead, give his mama some flowers
face shot with a shirt off, that’s how they found him
[?] and a drake, i just like how it sounds
he walked in good, but he left out wounded
cheese in your b+tch face, then im’a pound it
i don’t really be liking n+ggas
my fo+fo bulldog, chasin’ and biting n+ggas
up with the glock in the face and striking it
shoot him in the ear, we be tryin’ to mike tyson n+ggas

[outro]
n+gga tryna’ run, hit a n+gga up
shoot him right in his top
we don’t f+ck with opps
we don’t f+ck with cops
and i just got to drop
better n+gga gon die

- cyraq lyrics

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