gang - dj marc b lyrics
[chorus: pde escobar]
i got gas, yeah yeah yeah yeah
movin’ bags, yeah yeah yeah yeah
my diamonds dance, yeah yeah yeah yeah
your b-tch a fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah
h-llcat it’s fast, yeah yeah yeah yeah
two hundred on the dash, yeah yeah yeah yeah
b-tch i been the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah
blow the racks like ceiling fans, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[verse 1: sg tip]
off right, it’s in my trigger hand, yeah
f-cked her all night, not no minute man
your baby mama groupie, your sister been a fan
i feed the shooters nothin’ but boot and the santan
you got a gun but you ain’t shoot, they said you ran man
i’m tryna put a hundred bricks in a minivan
yeah yeah, i shoot like john wick, like madden, get blitzed
don’t make me hit the stick, when i shoot i don’t miss
the youngest taking sh-t
bro move, you gettin’ hit
i flexed ’em with the split
i got ’em mad as sh-t
the money make me rich
the money buy me bricks
robbed him for the twenty bags
ain’t been broke since
[chorus: pde escobar]
i got gas, yeah yeah yeah yeah
movin’ bags, yeah yeah yeah yeah
my diamonds dance, yeah yeah yeah yeah
your b-tch a fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah
h-llcat it’s fast, yeah yeah yeah yeah
two hundred on the dash, yeah yeah yeah yeah
b-tch i been the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah
blow the racks like ceiling fans, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[verse 2: no plug]
all my diamonds flashing, my wrist can do magic
i drop it in the bowl then i put it in the plastic
your whole crew fake, man them n-ggas made of plastic
these diamonds on me shine like a n-gga went to jared
i rock balenciaga, p-ssy n-gga rockin’ prada
porsche 9-11, used to ride on marta
i f-cked a b-tch the first date so i ain’t gon’ call her
my sh-t bling bling n-gga, like dwayne carter
you an oldhead n-gga, i’ma f-ck your daughter
thirty pointers leaking on my motherf-cking color
your b-tch suck the d-ck ’cause i’m the one that taught her
and i don’t get head ‘less she motherf-ckin’ swallow
[chorus: pde escobar]
i got gas, yeah yeah yeah yeah
movin’ bags, yeah yeah yeah yeah
my diamonds dance, yeah yeah yeah yeah
your b-tch a fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah
h-llcat it’s fast, yeah yeah yeah yeah
two hundred on the dash, yeah yeah yeah yeah
b-tch i been the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah
blow the racks like ceiling fans, yeah yeah yeah yeah
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