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YG & Mozzy – Gangsta Lyrics

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Intro: YG]

Uh-oh

[Verse 1: Mozzy]

You say you affiliated but you never caught one

It’s body counts around this bitch and you ain’t got one

On the sucker’s side with this fully ridin’ shotgun

And I been prayin’ for a long time, it beat that hot one

They be like “Damn, homie,” yeah

They took your chain and you ain’t blam, homie?

What the fuck wrong with you dudes?

I got this stick in my sweater

Play with glicky, no jammin’

Throw on my hoodie, no cameras

I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones

I get your big dawg beheaded

Ayy, that’s on Jesus we steppin’

Landlord on the necklace

I put on for the section, it ain’t no second guessing

Could’ve lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah

[Chorus: YG & Mozzy]

Nigga, I’m a gangster, I done got my rank up

Lamborghini, ‘Raris, when we poppin’ out, we paid up

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Fuck I look like laid up?

How you think we came up?

All that gangster shit that nigga’s poppin’, mostly made up

My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger

That’s lil’ bae, she gon’ take the case and keep it gangster

Shit, clan we flamed up

Fully when I yank somethin’

Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up

[Verse 2: YG]

I got milli’s on milli’s

Haha to the bank like it’s silly

This P-hat don’t stand for Philly

This shit Piru, do you feel me?

This shit forever, it’s with me


Slime business, it’s sticky

My life a movie, need Emmy’s

I slide with it on me, don’t tempt me

I got a problem, I know it

And I ain’t ‘fraid to show it

I sip the drank like it’s water

I fucked her raw, I be hoin’

My true colors be showin’

That shit red, it be glowin’

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You hardly hood, you ain’t gangster, bitch, your hood disown you (Uh-oh)

You hop on the ‘Gram and talk that shit

My niggas in the street, they spark that shit

The loudest man in the room get off

When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that shit

You ain’t from the streets, never walked that shit

Or the P or the B, you know fall for it

The game don’t know you, you soft as shit

Take his chain, fuck his bitch

The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that bitch

Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this bitch

Spit on the dick, toot it up from the back

Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that bitch

I buy her bags so often, her look can’t be real, man, I bought this bitch

Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a nigga chain, I’ma have to spark this bitch

[Chorus: YG & Mozzy]

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Nigga, I’m a gangster, I done got my rank up

Lamborghini, ‘Raris, when we poppin’ out, we paid up

Fuck I look like laid up?

How you think we came up?

All that gangster shit that nigga’s poppin’ mostly made up

My bitch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger

That’s lil’ bae, she gon’ take the case and keep it gangster

Shit, clan we flamed up

Fully when I yank somethin’

Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up


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