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officialkidjj - gang gang lyrics

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so used to them grey clouds, i might mess around, drop the top in the rain
for the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay ’em down, hit his top close range
he just pretend, he not with the gang
‘member back then, that’s an opp, what he banged
runnin’ from jakes, hot block like i’m wayne
spend a quarter mill’ on the watch and the chain
i’m just tryna put a lock on the game
hot stuff from this glock when it flame

young bro up now, ‘member back then homies clowned on me
now from the heaven gatеs only way a homie lookin’ down on me
keep at least two hundrеd thou’ on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
with my homies ’til the wheels fall off, don’t care if my ride on e
gucci slides, versace robes, palm trees, exotic bros
snitchin’, he can’t right his wrongs once he play that writin’ role
slime stuff, we wipe his nose, feds watchin’, might strike a pose
do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll

so used to them gray clouds, i might mess around, drop the top in the rain
for the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay him down, hit his top close range
he just pretend, he not with the gang
‘member back then, ask an opp what he bang
runnin’ from the jakes, block hot like i’m wayne
spend a quarter mil’ on the watch and the chain
i’m just tryna put a lock on the game
hot stuff from this glock when it flame
soon as i touch down, them dude feds be hot on me
heard homies got money out on my head, tell ’em “come crown the king”
let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that’s quarantine
i poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no r&b
six+six+deuce, mob piru, big soo woo, slime my crew
slatt, slatt, slatt, a+achoo, wipe his nose, god bless you
blatt+blatt+blatt, i’m not through
bratt+tat+tat, duck+duck+goose
two big guns on me for the smoke
it’s uncle snoop and martha stew’
call me capalotty, big slimalini, lil’ slime gotti
that ain’t the ‘ghini, lil’ dude that’s a ‘gatti
promethazine me, a p, i’m the wild me
i hid fettuccine from the federales
i’m like rick pitino or john caparali
i’m leadin’ my team, yeah, right to the finals
that money talking and we talkin’ private
i’m not correspondin’, hold on
gucci slides and versace robes
i slide a homie, i slide a bro
i bang on anybody gang
and i ball with all my slimin’ bros
on gang+gang, on hollygrove
no plain jane, i smoke zario
and when the rain came i put the top down
under the dark clouds, i’m shining gold
so used to them grey clouds, i might mess around, drop the top in the rain
for the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay ’em down, hit his top close range
he just pretend, he not with the gang
‘member back then, that’s an opp, what he banged
runnin’ from jakes, hot block like i’m wayne
spend a quarter mill’ on the watch and the chain
i’m just tryna put a lock on the game
hot stuff from this glock when it flame
you know it’s kidjj
call me capalotty



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