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e.s.g. - gangsta bitch lyrics

(talking)
some of y’all n-ggas are b-tches too, that’s right
but me, a player, from the third coast man
i’d rather have a b-tch, that’s gangsta you knowi’mtalkinbout
so right about now, for the year two triple o
e.s.g., tre duece and my partner ron-o
we gone let the whole world know, what type
of b-tches we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt

[chorus: ronnie spencer – 2x]
if you ain’t a gangsta b-tch, i don’t want you, don’t want you baby
if you ain’t a gangsta b-tch, i don’t need you, don’t need you baby, uh

[e.s.g.]
now i got a b-tch, that do what i tell her
now she holds my bricks and hit l!cks on my cellular
my b-tch is playa made, with a head full of them braids
she rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades
now my b-tch don’t smoke, but she ride with the dope
plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach
bag in the jag showing -ss, turning heads
tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg
see i trust her with my cash, i trust her with my bank
plus she’s the type of b-tch that’ll bust a strip for the drink
if we ain’t freaking, then she setting up a reakon
so we go in for three so fly off for the weekend
properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah
don’t know what i do, if the feds ever arrest her
let’s po’ a four, slam my door, and bang screw
plus some of y’all n-ggas are b-tches too

[chorus – 2x]

[mr. 3-2]
now all my broads is cl-ssy and jazzy and keep me looking lovely
far from ugly, and hit the highway for me
do everything i say, everything my way
i’m a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way
heezy cheesy, i do it the g-way
do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway
no de-lay, don’t stop it, 1999
man these hoes sure be popping
i watch that game unfold over a matter of time
cause if i get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime
like the ground you walk on, don’t talk on my b-tches
cause everything i done, she was my only witness
in this gangsta life, gangsta relationship
blood is thicker than water baby i paid my b-tch
from head to toe, don’t need to say no more
cause when i’m gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy

[chorus – 2x]

[e.s.g.]
i got a real b-tch, i got a pop a pill b-tch
a s-xy brown, put it down, to make a mill b-tch
i mean a fine b-tch, a top of the line b-tch
won’t drop no dime b-tch, down to do the time b-tch
i mean a thick b-tch, trying to get rich b-tch
that’d hit the interstate with two bricks b-tch
a all in b-tch, a top ten b-tch
a s cl-ss with the blue lens b-tch
i got a super star b-tch, a sipping bar b-tch
a third coast raised that’ll take a n-gga charge b-tch
i got a baller b-tch, a shot caller b-tch
that’ll pay for a young n-gga lawyer b-tch
you got a young hoe, i mean a dumb hoe
i got a post a million dollar f-cking bond hoe
a thick thigh b-tch, d.k.n.y. b-tch
so when we get married don’t ask a young n-gga why b-tch

[chorus – 4x]

[e.s.g.]
we off the heezy, we off the heezy
and if she ain’t a gangsta b-tch i don’t need it – 4x

biatch, off the heezy, fa sheezy
e.s.geezy, down in h-tizzy bizzy baby
knowi’mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold
for the 9-9 and the two tripple izzo
ha ha, anybody my partner st. clizzaire
knowi’mtalkingbout, biatch

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