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Gangsta Boo - Good & Hi lyrics
f/ Juicy J [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you niggaz good and hi let me see you clap your hands If you niggaz good and drunk let me see you clap your hands [Gangsta Boo] Bitch you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters Try to sneak up in the club low key, fuck an autograph Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in the aftermath I ain't tryna brag or say I'm all that, when I'm not But I'm fuckin bad, I'm knockin plenty bitches out the spot I was always told that my pussy be the fuckin best If you want to test let me put your nigga on some X If you want to fuck let me see who money spend the best Eight figure dick be the best nigga nuttin less Niggaz round town actin like they fucked the Gangsta Boo Hoes round town sayin did she fuck my man too? Yo I'm runnin shit niggaz gave me crown, labeled me the queen Gonna do this damn thing bitch, know what I fuckin mean [Chorus] [Gangsta Boo] Now everybody claim the role of a killa killa Yean ain't do no ten twenty years in the pen nigga Flaugin ass boy wit you mug on like you hard Boy you need to stop yean neva had a fuckin charge You a momma's boy Gangsta Boo went to school with you You the honor roll yean neva had a fuckin crew Wit cha girlfriend with her jealous ass on the scene Black ass bitch blue long braids bitch please It's about time that I told you I don't care if you bitches dont speak, i don't love you Listen to the rumors called the story crazy lady boo Got my nigga rollin blunts and smokin to get fucked up I know you gon hate when you see me comin on them thangs Pullin in the gated driveway cause I'm havin thangs Still I'll bust a cap if I catch you on surveillance Two killaz on the roof Bulletproof We don't love you [Chorus] [Juicy J] Why I'm devoted to this game Where they slang And they gangbang North North mayn Wit them curls and them gold thangs Lemons wanna step to a playa wit these lame names Knowin they dont wannat come to our side buckin brains 20 thousand cash to my nigga nigga Kill this bitch Heat on them leather seats lets get into some gangsta shit See the boy walkin down the street Grab him by his neck Point him with the tec what's your set Leave his body wet We don't play Wit other folks kids We rob We steal We gaffle We bid We pimp These bitches We put em On charge We smoke That skunk We roll We mob We business We Bentley's Our cheese Stay fat The mink The coat The cow Boy hat The fangs The shades We gotta Stay paid Three 6 Don't play My nigga We spray [Chorus] - 8X |
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