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Tommy Wright III - Gangsta Forever lyrics
f/ La Chat, Playa Fly [La Chat] A hoe I willl never be That shit does not phase me The L to the A to the C to the H to the A motherfuckin' T La Chat is my fuckin' name Pimpin' and playin' is my fuckin' game And hoe I got the knowledge and the brains on how to cake a man The gak always in my sack The nine always in my hand A trigger knicca bitch is what I am, Don't you understand?, Silly sissy hoes wid anna Gonna make La Chat have to get scandalous Bitches tryna ruin my rep You best believe you'll pay for this Identifyin' me as a hoe, Is like diggin' a hole for your grave, I put the nine glock to your head, And watch your bitch ass pray, Bring it on and school wid me These hoes wid ana-mosity I'm takin' out all you bitches Leavin' no witness at the scenery, Never slippin', always pimpin' Always about that fuckin' cheese Jealousy, never me, I'm tellin' these hoes, bitch please Sucka busta fuckas tryna run they game not on La Chat, Game is lame cause when you fuck a fish whole body that I crack Hook: Tommy Wright & (La Chat) (A hoe I will never be) A gangsta I'll forever be [Tommy Wright III] Gangsta for life creepin' nights Tommy Wright Hollow tips as we grip let it rip in your fuckin' face Mind of a lunatic crucifix on a bitch Once I leave early my son come inside my place Tommy keep snatchin' up purses and orderin' hearses for bustas that come empty handed Now low wid a nine to your skull and I still come equip wid full clips Tommy known to be deadly, Scandalous handle it as I commence in the sun and the spirits I talk too are sleepin' I'm creepin' knee deep in a puddle of blood I caliggy first shootin' punks who disrespect, Sendin' out round after round like the 4th of July do or die .45 at your temple Your life done refuse in a bucket so fuck it you stuck wid a villain and finish yourself, Too a nigga life Tommy Wright full ah lead, bloodshed, leave a nigga in his deathbed scared, Gangfight, came hype, make a nigga hang tight, lay and die, ship him then crypt him like, stay in fright As I creep finna get paid tearin' up shit like a renegade, Lookin' like there been a raid, campin', kidnap a prankster lock him in the trunk, don't resist or ya bitch'll get sprayed, In the face wid a buckshot hot bullets penetrate demonstrate Tommy Wright don't play, Shells, poppin' from the gun comin' Uzi weigh a tonne Make it look like ya on ya menestrate, Get ya cap blown out ya mouth wid a thirty R 6 Soundin' like a fuckin' cannon when it hit, La Chat tell these sons ah bitches who be creepin' on bitch Tell these motherfuckas what the fuck you creepin' wid [La Chat] I'm creepin' up on these hoes wid the motherfuckin' shotgun My nigga wid the nine showin' these bitches they can't get none Whompin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wid anamosity Dippin' and cakin' and breakin' these niggas Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me, La Chat got the gat creepin' up from the back Chrome tone now it's on never love a nigga joan Cause I'ma crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks Man hoe take a lick, niggas gotta keep me rich Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about Suckas keep talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house.... Hook:[keep repeating various ways] (A hoe I will never be) A gangsta I'll forever be (A hoe I will never be) But a gangsta I'll always be (Hoe, never,) Gangsta, forever (A hoe I will never be) A gangsta I'll forever be (Hoe, never,) Gangsta, forever (A hoe I will never be) But a gangsta I'll always be [Playa Fly] Bustaz get so dazed and amazed there's Lil Fly's chance Memories ah smoked out, loc'd out, funked out as them demons dance Playas lookin' wild so high style, devil's in me so Fly can get so violent but so silent when I'm on that blow Enhance my skill, make me trill, Trill enough to kill at will Will I kill you?, Fly will peel you Off the map that's all so real Don't you mothersuckas often wonder what to call this shit Busta claimin' Mystic Stylez Lil Fly call it playa shit Pimpin' be a, playa be a, Funkytown's way down to kill You can call it Junkytown, consequence your crown we peel Any hoe will never be, anyway so clean to me, Gangsta type is comin' three and four see ever down wid me |
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