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lirik lagu chef boy - gang gang

[intro]
it’s, it’s, it’s, it’s yo’ boy dj tray

[chorus: chef boy]
and i be yellin’ out gang gang
do you gang bang? (woah)
i be outside with my gang gang (with my what?)
chuck yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (throw it up)
i be outside with my gang
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woah)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (chef boy)

[verse 1: chef boy]
and i be slidin’ down rosecrans
with my close friends (with my what?)
b~tch, i ain’t no kid, i’m a grown man
and i don’t need yo’ cash, got my own bands
but they call me mr. break a b~tch in j~pan
and i’m with gang gang
yеah, gang gang
big dog sh~t, dog tag, let them chains hang
get yo’ b~tch, i hopе this ain’t yo’ main thang (nah)
and i be slidin’ around with them bananas like a orangutan (woah)
and i be slidin’ around with that d~ck like a stud do (woo)
and if it’s up then it’s stuck, n~gga, f~ck you (hmm)
b~tch, i’m from the deuce (deuce)
b~tch, i’m from the 4 (4)
enterprise park, somewhere you can’t go
that’s on roy, that’s on roy
i’ma go nuts, go nuts like almond joys
b~tch, i’m from the deuce (deuce)
b~tch, i’m from the 4 (4)
enterprise park, somewhere you can’t go
[chorus: chef boy]
and i be yellin’ out gang gang
do you gang bang? (woah)
i be outside with my gang gang (with my what?)
chuck yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (throw it up)
i be outside with my gang
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woah)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9

[verse 2: rosecrans hopout]
look, look, homie, if you gang bang
have that work out by daybreak (westside)
you better not be a day late (uh~huh)
prison yards and melees
we been goin’ up then goin’ nuts like paydays (uh~huh)
[?] they ain’t sendin’ homies money on jpay
that’s on the red homies’ grave, look i’m really from the gang gang (westside)
westside royalty, ruspect and loyalty
old school [?], i had to [?] (look, okay)
it’s hopout, hot dog, hot water, boil him

[verse 3: ys]
ayy, ayy, it’s peach st (peach st)
b~tch, that’s somethin’ like the elite street (huh?)
we gon’ get the drop and watch us spin, it’s a repeat
street sweep, dropped a hundred, we was three deep (ooh)
i’ma dive in on lil’ baby, more than knee deep (yeah)
westside royalty, got bands for the lawyer fee (west, roy)
shut the party down up in the opps, we tryna spoil it
deuce, 4, bix, 8, 9, and put a 0 on ’em (put a 0 on ’em)
we gon’ put the holes on him and then we [?], gang
[chorus: chef boy]
and i be yellin’ out gang gang
do you gang bang? (woah)
i be outside with my gang gang (with my what?)
chuck yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (throw it up)
i be outside with my gang
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woah)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9 (woo)
i’m from the deuce, the 4, the bix, the 8, the 9

[verse 4: phopho8ight]
got put on in my [?] right behind enterprise (hmm)
you ain’t got a body, better go look alive (woah)
142 like jackie [?] (woo)
outside with the guys and you know we got [?]
philly p hat, west national attire
most valuable rus, we ain’t gotta up the [?] (hmm)
[?], b~tch, f~ck it up (b~tch, what?)
[?], b~tch, chuck it up (oh)

[verse 5: hitta j3]
been at gonzales park all my life
flag to the right, make a left on dwight
[?] by chester (by chester)
i was on the ave flamed up every semester (flamed up)
make ’em run when the dog comin’
142 st to peach st, ain’t far from it
hitta reppin’ all of ’em
blue faces, all bl~~dy
since bebes, we been gang gang
free the gang gangs [?]
[verse 6: chef boy]
b~tch, i push down stanford, i was born a b~st~rd (woo)
the b~tch wanna choose, make her choose up faster
homies hangin’ out, neighbors wanna be a pastor (woah)
i never post a blower ’cause i never been a flasher (nah)
and it’s been on sight, didn’t wanna be like mike
i always did what’s wrong, never did what’s right (woo)
better play your cards right, gotta learn the f~ckin’ game
and i’m with my n~ggas and i’m yellin’ gang gang

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