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gang affiliated - lyndale lyrics

[hook x2]
listen baby, i’m really gang affiliated
i’m from crimedotte county, my n*ggas most hated
f*ckin’ wit them sukkas, that’s a violation
never speak the situation, give a demonstration

[verse 1]
i’m on 29 blocc, wit this wood chop
fonkin’ with dales, you alive, n*gga, you a lie
took you took a kiddy park, still wouldn’t slide
b*tch, now you in disguise seein’ yo mama cry
f*ck it, it’s another black homicide
saw my mind, when i see you, know i’m on yo line
[?] some time when you doin’ crimes
40 cals and up, we ain’t [?]
pull up down to 29th, that’ll lose ya mind
p*ssy ass boy committin’ suicide
every b*tch and every gun gettin’ utilized
the shooters on ya side the prime reason that ya shooters died
no rеgrets what i did, i’ll do it twice
day n night, syrup in the spritе, put it on some ice
on my kid’s life, it’s on sight
i don’t f*ck wit n*ggas, sum like a dyk*
pumpin’ fully metal jackets out these iron pipes
every b*tch a ride or die, until they ride n die
and ya homies in the pen gettin’ [?]
cl!ck, clack, bop n left ’em traumatized
young n*gga, young k!lla movin’ organized
50 sum months, my backup, that’s like 45
b*tch, i’ll hit you wit this 45
crime scene, teddy bears, family screamin’ “oh my god”
[hook x2]
listen baby, i’m really gang affiliated
i’m from crimedotte county, my n*ggas most hated
f*ckin’ wit them sukkas, that’s a violation
never speak the situation, give a demonstration

[verse 2]
richest rapper outta kansas city
tell these b*tchass n*ggas go ‘head quit playin’ wit me
make ya house a haunted house if you stayin’ in it
say you miss yo dead homies, so you layin’ wit ’em
smoked ya daughter while she playin’, cause i’m crazy n*gga
legend like mike, even though he got sum cajun in him
every whip i get, get a race engine
that’s how i’m rockin’ homie, every fit is true religion
we true to visions, paid and you broke
and i wear the 30 everywhere i go
on my toes cause i really sell dope
ice man, freezin’ cluck, brain through his nose
32 a pound, 1050 for a zip of coke, 35 a line, 250 for an o of smoke
yeah, the sukkas made me hit a pole
now it’s funny how they homies never made it home
and i know, my main b*tch a hoe
lock a n*gga up, and she don’t keep her legs closed
it’s no evidence wit a [?] nose
i was [?] when the club closed
get money and i f*ck hoes
lil bitty rugers, we don’t buss those
on the ‘grizzy wit a stack full of hundos
sh*t’ll never be the same, the nut come on
[hook x2]
listen baby, i’m really gang affiliated
i’m from crimedotte county, my n*ggas most hated
f*ckin’ wit them sukkas, that’s a violation
never speak the situation, give a demonstration

- lyndale lyrics

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