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gang shit - waka flocka flame lyrics

[intro]
this that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
this that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
aye man i love all my n*ggas man
i know these n*ggas riding
bricksquad!

[chorus]
what your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em p*ssed off
got a big glock for that big mouth
lately i been riding around with them sticks out
play it how you want it n*gga i got them d*cks out
i’m on that gang sh*t show you what this shot bout
this sh*t forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

[interlude]
this that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
this that gang sh*t not that lame sh*t
aye man i love all my n*ggas man
i know these n*ggas riding

[verse 1]
i done struggled took some falls
i done seen and heard it all
i done cheated i don’t lied so i’m a dog
they say search and you will find i smoke the weed to ease my mind
don’t f*ck wit n*ggas that act like hoes i ain’t lying
me an flock high we in the bentley truck on the syrup
on the grove at the store smoking some sh*t you ain’t heard these n*ggas p*ssy i can it through the look in they face
flock tec loudine he put a shot to his face
ole p*ssy ass boy try to come stunt like that
5 grams in a backwood smoking runts like that
since 17 been gettin’ money b*tch i swear i ain’t stunting
i pull up in that sting ray throwin’ our money lil’ b*tch i’m stunting

[chorus]
what your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em p*ssed off
got a big glock for that big mouth
lately i been riding around with them sticks out
play it how you want it n*gga i got them d*cks out
i’m on that gang sh*t show you what this sh*t bout
this sh*t forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

[verse 2]
i got them p*ssed off n*gga what your wrist bout
ap 60 thousand dollars n*gga watch my plug walk
i got it all out the streets no hand out nothing for free
i was down praying on my knees
i was like father please
can you give me a break can u give me a l!ck
i went in the bowl with my wrist i went in the bowl with my wrist
kitchen stink dirty dishes
in the lab i’m a chemist
vvs glistening when a boss talk better listen

[verse 3]
my wrist sick virus
12 finger gangsters call them type writers
them n*ggas ain’t no gangsters they jus drive by us
pull up in the old school with them skinny tires
let my nuts hang
i hit the gas than i’m gone in a flash
see the lights on the dash than i pull off like a blur
diamond exchange like i’m down in manhattan what’s brackin’
and i know you notice the drip smoking gelato while i’m stroking ya b*tch
get on your knees and just choke on the d*ck
i get to the bag and i run up the check
me and money identical inspired by criminals
diamonds healthy like minerals
aim at ya face if it’s critical

- waka flocka flame lyrics

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