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ngeeyl - ganger lyrics

[chorus]
got a chopper on me, hold a whole 100
your boy finna fiend, he a whole junkie
i got a thick b-tch, she got a lot of monkey
pull the chopper out and blow him like a trumpet
still up in the trap, wrap it like a mummy
my young n-gga flex you, that’s a whole dummy
diss the double s, them bulletholes comin’
let off the d-mn choppa, now that n-gga runnin’

[verse]
what, you thought it was sweet?
put you on a tee
draco flip that n-gga make his shoulder touch his feet
you know i be geeked
new hoe every week
i’m bangin’ big bs
you ain’t nine trey
you’ll die today
wavin’ aks
wet you like the wave
see you on the scope
you ain’t got no hoe
big racks in my skinnies, now my sh-t look like girbauds
i’ma eat ’em whole
i stick to the code
choppa it don’t fold
choppa wipe his nose
f-ckin’ on your hoe
i been doin’ that sh-t since the last episode
and my life a movie
n-ggas out here swear that they gon’ do me
y’all n-ggas h-ll
can’t n0body do sh-t to the gang but f-cking 12
got your main b-tch in the trap listening to yl
she like when i say
riding ’round town with your bae
she look me in my eye
does not want you ’cause he ain’t that dude, he ain’t that guy
he ain’t got no pounds, n-gga, i just wonder why
i won’t tell no lie, it ain’t nothin’ that yl can’t buy
dollar signs in my eyes, yeah
choppa hit that n-gga right between his f-ckin’ eyes
and i’m ridin’ ’round town wit’ all kind of pies
i got a bad b-tch and she showin’ me f-ckin’ thighs
ganger

- ngeeyl lyrics

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