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lirik lagu gg – bandgang masoe

[chorus: bandgang masoe & beno]
b-tch, i’m bgsg, dope strong as pepsi
main b-tch s-xy, i ride around, she neck me
gang gang stamp me, i’ll play you if you let me
and we rollin’ heavy, got cutters like a deli
this sh-t, it get so serious, i can’t tell no lies
that sh-t hurt me so bad when my auntie died
that sh-t hurt my soul bad, seen my mama cry
and when you ride through my hood, better know how to slide

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
this sh-t’d hurt my pride if i couldn’t provide
i’d rather be locked or gone with my n-gg-s that died
everybody can’t be down, some n-gg-s can’t ride

[verse 2: beno]
every b-tch ’round me know she stuck ’til she dry
he don’t even know his ho f-ck on the low
you don’t even see my ho, she super grown
i’ll pull up on your block and i’ll drop sixty-four
spin around the block again, drop sixty more
that’s a light one-twenty-four
in the sixty lane doin’ a buck-twenty, ho
this b-tch, she super bad, i don’t know what she on
i just see the pain in my cup and then i sip some more

[verse 3: bandgang masoe]
d-mn bro, what they hit you for? ’cause we tryna get some more
i just poured lesean mccoy, but i still could sip some more
shoot them b-tches gone, she look like a give-and-go
b-tch give me them coins, i guess i’m what she was wishing for
b-tch wasn’t tryna listen, though, had to let that b-tch go

[verse 4: beno & bandgang masoe]
ridin’ in that drop-head, i cannot disguise it
i heard them b-tches watchin’, them b-tches watchin’
them b-tches more than watchin’, them b-tches plottin’
i heard he pocket watchin’, i can’t wait to pop him

[verse 5: bandgang masoe]
this b-tch just like to shake her -ss and she can’t wait to drop it
they put the feds on us, even they couldn’t stop it
even them b-tches watchin’, f-ck it, we ain’t stoppin’
got h-lla gifties in, like i’m goin’ christmas shoppin’

[verse 6: beno]
same day, ran through the load and we already coppin’
you see that codeine and promethazine, my baby bottle
i’m out of town servin’ white girl, call it lady gaga
old boy, you playin’ with that bag, i guess you tryna die, huh?

[verse 7: bandgang masoe]
got n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout our line-ups, george blaha
yeah, we got it, aha, can you get it now now?
we go up top, bye bye, well-connected, wifi
all facts, voila, three-fifty deep fried

- bandgang masoe

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