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gangy gang - vrikie lyrics

[intro]
ja!
n-ggas ain’t know!
yah! yah!

[hook]
going ham. dammit! d-mn!
gang gang. gangy gang!
cute n-ggas, blowing sh-t up
like a teletubbie taliban
your life’s on the line
something like where your panties hang
not your dad but i’ll f-ck your mom
you can call me a family man
gangy gang, my gang is gangy
so swarve we stay sw-nky
sleeping on ’em, need a blanky
while they’re watching like a nanny
you should know this, quite frankly
all i want right now is in a banky
i get nothing for upping the ante
but i know some day they gonna thank me

[verse 1]
interrupt you, give a d-mn
what you wanna say
you can’t tell me nothing
even if you fast and pray
son’ing all these n-ggas
happy fathers day
you don’t want no dram?
too bad ’cause its on its way
gangy gang and
i am an og
hit you with a light saber
like i’m obi-wan ken0bi
young goat
something like colby
same n-gga tryna roast me, send him
back home fried quite toasty
dying minutes
how you watch me closely
i seem cool and calm but i’d get
geeked if she approached me
ride on a d-ck like
mario did yoshi
master roshi, swear that ho
done made my nose bleed

[verse 2]
you can’t come around
my hood no more!
you keep taxing people
at the corner store
that’s why when you’re talking
everyone ignores
just being ’round
your bummy -ss is a ch0r-
i can’t afford a ford
but i got the drive, aye!
mission abort the bort
try and steal our plates, you might die
i ain’t finna tell no lie
i’m in the cape like i fly. superman
dammit the dams going dry
we need more rain in the sky
are you in need of a sign?
you know its me walking by
dress like a regular guy
except when i’m wearing a tie
that’s my attire
please call me sire, matter fact
keep it rolling like a tire
i’m not your boss, but you’re still fired

[outro]
uh, gang gang. gangy gang
eh-eh. eh-eh-eh
n-ggas ain’t know!
next time i see you at the corner store you better be
helping somebody with, like… their bags or something n-gga!
don’t make us run up on you
with dem sticks…
like actual sticks
gangy gang
squad
yeah
and your mom

- vrikie lyrics

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