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tokyo jetz - gang gang lyrics

this call is from a correctional facility and is subjective
to monitoring and recording thank you for using global tel ink

w-ssup bruh ha ha ha
we live
bruh
so what you got to say
first off i would like to say bruh you a real n-gg-

money get low you know how to go get yo n-gg- locked up you know how
to go visit die by respect give ah f-ck how you livin only the gang
no new n-gg-s wit you know how to keep it real huh gang
gang gang gang yeen switchin up on n-body gang gang gang gang

green dot till they home right free yo n-gg-s in the songs
you’ll visit cause they in the can tried
to run till got jammed d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
yeen trippin he’ll never fold well, we’ll, well, well
he ain’t snitchin he ain’t never told
ran up ah whole lot of sh-t probably shouldn’t been a model b-tch got pregnant by a rap n-gg- either that or ah trap n-gg- in the form cause
she be movin weight phone, home
cars in her name would’ve still been ah boss b-tch other raw or
rather than being ross b-tch you don’t get it either see that just
why we different people we not the same we not equal f-ck these rap
b-tches for the features i hit the loud you paranoid i gotta spit wit
the same gang i cannot f-ck wit new
n-gg-s i put a check in & now i’m the blame

gang gang gang gang
ain’t no secret b-tch i bang mine
we don’t do dots & hi fives secret hand shakes & gang sings money
coming up short small braids no hang time big sticks make ah big mess
imma handyman i sw-ng iron free my bro he did ah whole dime his
potnas told then did ah whole 9 if yeen gang i can’t f-ck wit you
want kick it wit you on the goal line you say you solid well i can’t
believe you cause in them streets steady holling friends throwback
thursday probably post a pic wit the same n-gg- & his big deal so me
& you not the same you barely know all yo n-gg-s names them was my
n-gg-s from toddler days you get your -ss drop for ah uno chain i
call shots like ah pool shark you call the calls on the bad guys
don’t gotta cap cause i’m really wit i
want that smoke like a campfire on gang

gang gang got gang gang in ah chain gang
tryna maintain dopeboy times streetdreams time
hustle gang it’s the same thing wrist game on freeze (
water) turned the mansion into ah trap (
carter) bad b-tch out the projects
she never had sh-t so i spoiled her (
act) crip or blood what you bang homie imma dopeboy i don’t bang
homie k-9 unit bark when p-ss still smell cocaine on me fish scale
make it drain dope money make it rain don’t it get it off the bag
that pound cake throw it in the air you got bird money gang gang wit
the blue strip homeboys wit my lawyer them p-rna them wit the bail
money got all the dope & don’t sell none phone ringing like ah
marathon yeah hoe we come datway datpart when
it’s that time hit the back line before it’s halftime

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