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gangsta - yelohill lyrics

[verse 1]
makaveli, k!lluminati, i feel like pac
stuffing all these ducats in mamma’s sofa
then open shop
looking for the jewish thots
got to keep the rugger c*cked
devil dancing ’round all my homies
don’t know who to pop
i can’t trust n0body
catch a body, i’ll milk a n*gga easily
rerouting position with the plug
i’m hosting meet and greets
k!llers in my section
twisting fingers like they eazy*e
big money little bro, i don’t think you seeing me
[refrain]
i gave my life to this sh*t
need them diamonds and fists of that hennessy (mmm)
i say a prayer for my n*ggas that’s fallen
and k!ll all my enemies (yeah)
i need accountants and lawyers, no friends
ain’t no friends, it’s just gangstas (yeah)
we from the wickedest parts of la
ain’t no busters or w*nkstas (yeah)

[verse 2]
all this politicking, better talk some money
hit the atm, i need like 700
ne*need to clear my head so let’s go out the country
all these b*tches in my phone, i’m trying to f*ck somethin’
we ain’t trying to cuff nothing
bad b*tches with me now
cross the customs with the pistols
they ain’t finding out
tsa ain’t never frisk when i’m flying out
bonkerz hit me on the phone, he said it’s going down
that’s just how it’s going down
i can’t f*ck with no n*ggas that came up and switched
got them vvs diamonds, moonwalked on my wrist
maison margiela, my pants and my kicks
while you lovin’ that broad and she f*ck with the clicc (yeah, yeah)
she said she ain’t want to stay, but she can’t leave
marriot hotel, it was past three
run the goofy b*tches pockets like an athlete
said her uber canceled
now then call a taxi, b*tch call a taxi
[chorus]
i got this gun on my hip (yeah)
i pray to the lord give me strength
they don’t know what i did for this whip
watch your mouth when you talk about the clicc (n*gga)
living like a buster
we been living like some gangstas (mmm)
living like a buster
we been living like some gangstas (yeah, mmm)

[verse 3]
gotta be cautious who you trusting now
gotta be cautious who you f*ck with now
they set you up and hit you out of town
cross the tracks, that’s out of bounds
them 40 cals, they make the loudest sound
and ain’t no coming up from underground
crime scene investigations and vacations
at lucy’s right on pico with the gangsters
house shoes, fuzzy braids with the braces
room service, cr*p tables
that’s my f*cking demonstration
top*top down, pch
balling like a trailblazer
bullets to his head
i leave him looking like the h*llraiser
i don’t trust these b*tches
gotta f*ck ‘em on the elevator
can’t come to the room
we got the money in the fridgerator
i got this money, i work in the plug
i’ve from the land where homies say cuh
all of my n*ggas got this out the mud
no tlc, i was never a scrub
[refrain]
i gave my life to this sh*t
need them diamonds and fists of that hennessy (mmm)
i say a prayer for my n*ggas that’s fallen
and k!ll all my enemies (yeah)
i need accountants and lawyers, no friends
ain’t no friends, it’s just gangstas (yeah)
we from the wickedest parts of la
ain’t no busters or w*nkstas (yeah)

[chorus]
gun on my hip (yeah)
i pray to the lord give me strength
they don’t know what i did for this whip
watch your mouth when you talk about the clicc (n*gga)
living like a buster
we been living like some gangstas (mmm)
living like a buster
we been living like some gangstas (yeah)

- yelohill lyrics

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