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lud foe - i hang lyrics

[intro]
aye, gang, gang, gang
out west 290 sh-t, b-tch, you know how i’m rockin’, n-gg-
aye, turn up some more, turn it all the way up
dy krazy
real street n-gg-, straight gang sh-t
aye, no hooks part 2, b-tch, out west sh-t
gang, aye

[verse]
i hang with drug dealers, i run with young k!llers
hopped out, grabbed my gun, then i broke down me a swisher
run off with that work, he done f-cked with the wrong n-gg-
he gon’ get kidnapped, he gon’ get gift wrapped
if she gets lots of me, you won’t get your b-tch back
i wear designer sh-t, but it’s always mix-matched
i’ll probably get fired later if i took a p-ss test
when these bullets penetrate, they burnin’ through your flesh
i’m a young street n-gg-, i hang with oldhead k!llers
they’ll slice your face, buck 50 giver
i’ma hennessy drinker, f-ck up my liver
a question for these rappers, why y’all so bitter?
i’m a shark in the water, get out my river
i’m a f-ckin’ extorter, i’ll rob those n-gg-s
might be f-ckin’ your daughter, probably f-cked her sister
i’m a stone d-ck giver, so she want my swiller
strawberry ice cream, bucket seats vanilla
saks fifth shoppin’ hard, i don’t shop at villa
vince carter, i’m dunkin’ hard, i sh-t on n-gg-s
she got my d-ck on hard, the way her -ss jiggle
got two b-tches with me, feeling like malcom in the middle
you sneak dissin’ to these hoes, you using the pillow
gave her a x pill, she thought it was a skittle
i’m at your house with my tool like bobby the builder
big macs, big straps, big impacts
the weed so strong, i’m smoking on you, get contact
i heard you got your chain sn-tched, go get your sh-t back
i’m a boss, you a worker, come and get you a pat
i bought that b-tch a pair of t-tties ’cause her -ss so fat
you wanna book me, send a deposit, i need half on that
if you ain’t talkin’ about no guala, then i’ll p-ss on that
my flow contagious, drop a beat, i’ll leave a rash on that
i got panorama for the roof, i put some gl-ss on that
and when i rap, i speak the truth, i’m always bringin’ facts
you got a tender head, bullet swing through naps
can’t get no sleep in the trap, i just take cat naps
he must think we cool, he wants some dap
marble floor living room, marble floors in the trap
40 glocks up the broom, turn your -ss to a shroom
all i hang with is goons, all these n-gg-s some crunes
i got my trunk in the front, so my engine go zoom
you hit that b-tch from the front, i hit that p-ssy with moves
this a power for two, knock you right out your shoes
you get this sh-t confused, f-ck around make the news
gang

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