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j.e $osa - lil gangster lyrics

small lil gangster think he tough
small lil gangster think you rough huh
small small lil gangster never go out the street huh
small lil gangster think he running up on me cuh (no)
small lil gangster gon run out of luck
small lil gangster gon get his f-ckin -ss jumped
why you think yo scare me
you ain’t f-cking scary
you sweeter than a m-th-f-ckin cherry

small lil gangster
i mean highkey you just might be
small lil gangster
acting highly cause yo’ clothes is pricey
small lil gangster
all on ig saying you gon’ fight me
small lil gangster

my whole existence
home is in the 60’s
brothers with the pistons
where them lockdowns was so persistent
but i’m stop now cause sosa don’t be snitchin’
cause big homie
always told me
if you ever one of them internet foo’s
i gotta murk ya’
cuz it ain’t worth to
have a lil b-tch on the block
cuz even tho’ you don’t bang
boy you watch
well homie got buried in my fifteenth birthday
but i keep my word, yeah still to this day
that’s why i should start calling out names
like big homie kurupt
and put this lil rap game
back on a crutch
but i’d be risking to much
cuz these foo’ sendimental as f-ck
pull two 69’s on me
f-ck me over cuz they snitchin’
listen

there go yo’ favorite rapper
in fact a small lil gangster
social media got yall portraying
something you not
ig got lil n-ggas acting like they slaying
but they really opps
talking about macks and drakeos
and falsified payrolls
i swear, none of this sh-t would slide
down my block
yall n-ggas get popped
for playing with a lifestyle
that m-th-f-ckers put they life down for
i could tell most of yall never been or
on the block
with a guap
getting stomped
with a knife to the face
and a gun on his waist
cuz you dont say that type of sh-t on record
unless you twelve or a b-tch of any measure
but n-gga let me make this crystal clear

see dawg i ain’t banging no
but that dont mean i f-ckin lacking tho
i got a mack in the back of case just in case
you tryna hack me like a m-th-f-ckin russian page
ah
never been timid of another man
even wit a number 40 in his hand
dawg oh
never heard me say “ im a gangster’”
but i stay strapped like a f-g
i ain’t no m-th-f-ckin thug
i just grew up around gun shots
and drive bys without no food involved
and phonies so you ain’t know who to call
you get checked up by the locs with them cool -ss cars
and yo favorite rapper
like oh my god im freaking out dude
im sorry man i don’t bang i don’t have a clue
i just know how to pop xans
please man please
i really dont f-ck wit this sh-t
ha b-tch get the f-ck up out my face
what did u think this was
capitol hill or grimmauld place
you think we hold hands like some little b-tches

- j e osa lyrics

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