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lirik lagu og boobie black – get gangsta

-intro-
man go and cut me loose mane’, god gone love this b-tch -ss n-gga
leggo

[hook:]
murda bout that money, i know some k!llas thats hungry
b-tch you wanna be grumpy? i’ma leave you p-ssy -ss ?
all my n-ggas got bangers, all about that danger
that n-gga shot my partna’ up? now sh-t about to get banging

my n-ggas gangsta and we grew up selling raw
momma know my momma, now we go to war
gold mouth dawg’ and he got some hardest
i get in can no one can save him from god

now its boutta’ get gangsta x4

[verse one:]
b-tch n-gga imma’ die hard
i’m the landlord of the third war
magnolia got dope fiends raw sh-t on the murda’ scene
k!ll n-ggas, thats f-cked up
? , thats f-cked up
?

my hittas on the block hustling, they don’t trust you n-ggas
thats nothing
alotta n-ggas be b-tch made, but in broad day i’m bustin’
all my b-tches be thuggin’ i f-ck them all but don’t love them
bc get a stage n-gga thats only loving’ they brotha

my n-ggas gangsta and we grew up selling raw
momma know my momma, now we go to war
gold mouth dawg’ and he got some hardest
i get in no can one can save him from god

now its boutta’ get gangsta x4

[verse two:]
black d-ckie, black scully, black gloves and a glock 40
weed sticky, sprite money
get your t-shirt bl–dy tryna’ run up on me
small sh-t will get you shot, hit em up like the beef was big
i’m like 2pac
flu set no flu shot, 33 in a stick like bird no ?
push my b-tton had your roof drop
push your b-tton had the roof drop
onstar gonna rooftop, 2 connects for the birds got 2 flocks
bank rolls in the loose knots, drank act no blue dot
wanna high water like mike in his tube socks
all bullets in this new glock, fore’ the ? sends you to your boos spot

my n-ggas gangsta and we grew up selling raw
momma know my momma, now we go to war
gold mouth dawg’ and he got some hardest
i get in can no one can save him from god

now its boutta’ get gangsta x4

[verse three:]
cocaine flip the cocaine
sippin solo when it’s slow lane
i love ? took a hit for him
hit the clink for him, gave them no names
? in your mix, thinking with his d-ck, feelings got involved
gotta knock him off, blocca’ blocca’ blocca’
i’mma’ never talk, walking down mac 11 on the car

my n-ggas gangsta and we grew up selling raw
momma know my momma, now we go to war
gold mouth dawg’ and he got some hardest
i get in no can one can save him from god

[verse four:]
og b00bie black, camera caught the footage
drop a quarta’ thang’, witness got the fully
poppin’ beam and mac, don’t put on a hoodie
ain’t no tinted windows, they know i ain’t p-ssy
i’mma’ die bout it, rappers lie bout’ it
in and out of jail, i ain’t cry bout’ it
n-gga k!lled my brotha’, had to write bout’ it
f-ck you and your mother, she could cry about ya
new designer belts, someone to respect
breadwinner sh-t tatted on my neck
still in the game, all of my connects do whatever for me
they love me to death

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