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lirik lagu notgreg – not gang

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[hook: notgreg]
just copped a rollie, copped a pony
copped this beat so i could own it
copped a woady for my brodie
know i made 500 off it
we the strongest, life on target, us not rappers go the hardest
this west palm sh-t songs are arson pay with cash don’t need to card it

[verse 1: notgreg]
zach and cody, sweet life livin
you can catch me in the kitchen
whippin chickens, nah i’m kidding
but you know i got some pidgeons
those my b-tches, they want riches
got me f-cked up like some glitches
avoid snitches, give em st-tches
breakin laws don’t have a witness
i’m so tricky, girls are pretty, blunts are sticky, f-ck a quickie
last forever, polo sweater, rolling loud i’ll be the header
gang together, rap names clever, come with gadgets like inspector
prince like hector, thot deflector, i spit heat thermal detector
listen, please, look at these, we got rich before degreed
i’m so pleased, perfectly, set for life from all these beats
you know we stick with the gang all comin from welly
all these trees, rolling leaves, trappin drugs out of the reef

[hook]

[verse 2: notdom
i’m new in the game, and i’m bustin out the gate
chillin with my teammates you know its not gang
you cannot hang if you ain’t part of the n.o.t. spittin flame so you flee
check the numbers and you want a feature for free?
f-ck outta here bro, where were you a minute ago
see me rising while you at the bottom hoe
me, craig, and joe
started at the bottom now we makin dough, yeah
it’s not gang in the buildin any beat we’re k!llin
burn down the f-ckin ceiling with the hot bars
got the loud cigars drivin fast cars think its nascar, yeah
so, please do not disturb
sh-ttin on you like a t-rd
they all wanna know what’s the word?
i’m so fly like a bird
-bird noise-

[hook]

{verse 3: notjoe]
yeah, my wrist stay drippin like a floodgate
we the best no time for debate
i’m always on time, i’m never late
i’m a beast about to go primal
spinnin this sh-t like it was a vinyl
preachin like i’m readin from the bible
droppin tracks and tracks i go back to back
my car stays black on black all these racks i stack i stack
yeah boy never slack
you’re rollin sticks i keep my blunts packed
and my bowls and my bongs
got the girls wearing nothing but thongs
droppin bombs, got a gold medal how you like your bronze?
use the brain no need for the brawn
i’ma stay king you can be the p-wns
craig, me, and dom yeah we the icons
stayin hungry chasin all the money
i’ma school y’all cuz you just a bunch of dummies
havin ya runnin off to your mommy
f-ck with me? you gon’ get bodied
kick it in the face, call it karate
livin in luxury, ridin maseratis, bugattis, ferraris
catch me in the end zone scorin so much you’d think i’m in the end zone
only rollin up indo, sippin gin and juice you can call me snoop
i’m havin a good day you can call me cube
i go on and on been featin no ramadan
don’t wanna ramble on, i’m not a gambler, but it i put it all on read
we the best, that’s enough f-ckin said


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