Testo Gang Gang - Calboy
Testo della canzone Gang Gang (Calboy), tratta dall'album Gang Gang
I'm sad as hell
Future
Future
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hurt, what it do?)
(What up, Foster?)
Ay
(Yeah, yeah) I like icy mud, she like pure codeine
(Oh, yeah, yeah) I got plenty bitches, list from A to Z
(Oh, yeah, yeah) he faking, his whole life's make-believe
(Oh, yeah, yeah) blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline
Gang, gang, bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out
Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (gang, gang)
I just rolled a Woodie, and it's full of Pluto (full of Pluto)
Fuck around with these bitches, got me feeling like Pluto (feeling like Pluto)
Shorty wanna kick it, but I don't know Judo (Judo)
Bitch, I'm lit and rich, oh yes, that's all that you know (that's all that you know)
Took a risk, I used my wrist, I put my fist in the bowl (skrrt, skrrt)
Hold on, wait, it's money calling, put that bitch on the hold
Every day I wake up, gotta get this paper (paper)
I got my cake up, that's probably why they hate us (why they hate us)
Ay
(Yeah, yeah) I like icy mud, she like pure codeine
(Oh, yeah, yeah) I got plenty bitches, list from A to Z
(Oh, yeah, yeah) he faking, his whole life's make-believe
(Oh, yeah, yeah) blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline
Gang, gang, bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out
Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (gang, gang)
I've been in this shit, bitch, I've been a member, I can put that shit on my mama
In the trap house on the daily, baby
I'm forever chasing after commas (forever chasing after commas)
Lately, I been on some gang shit
Get your brains hit, shorty, we forever with the drama (forever with the drama)
He gon' fuck around and a lose a hand
If he ever playing with my money (playing with my money)
Baby, I'm back on some boss shit (back on some boss shit)
He ain't having no bands
I don't hear what you saying, them niggas be talking (them niggas be talking)
My shorty ain't playing, you might end up dead, put him in a coffin (put him in a coffin)
I got shit in my head, they don't understand
Don't know what it costed (don't know what it costed)
Ay
(Yeah, yeah) I like icy mud, she like pure codeine
(Oh, yeah, yeah) I got plenty bitches, list from A to Z
(Oh, yeah, yeah) he faking, his whole life's make-believe
(Oh, yeah, yeah) blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline
Gang, gang, bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout
Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out
Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (gang, gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Ebony Oshunrinde, Lawrence Taylor, Khadimou Fall, Ugur Tig, Caleb Toliver
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