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lirik lagu og bobby johnson / word on street (remix) – gangthelabel

if i tell you i’m good, probably you’ll say i’m boasting
but if i tell you i’m no good, you know i’m lying

[kuston – verse 1]

yuh yuh
aye word on the street gangthelabel is taking over man
aye what’s up, what’s happening
y’all motherf-ckers make it too easy for us man
i feel too comfortable around y’all, d-mn

look i don’t see the bullsh-t, a b d
i put soul in my hooks still they hate on me
i know a real dope dealer keep sh-t low key
and all that chatter bout grams don’t make no g
man i be riding four deep, riding four deep
always baked out but i ain’t buying no weed
shining all day without a diamond on me
and i’mma grind till i got miley cyrus grindin on me
homie whut, i’m the producer of the future
just manouevre with my gangthelabel troopers
in a jungle full of losers, boy you just a tuna to a cougar
when you swimming in the mulah watch out for the barracudas
halleluja, d-mn i be up in this b-tch
and when i’m bout to blow any sucker get ditched homie
you ain’t got no’n on my clique
and don’t f-ck with no one but the ones that i’m with
whut

[nkay blessed – verse 2]

this motherf-cker was a rebel in school
good in breaking the rules
now i’m breaking the rules by speaking the truth
had a convo with daddy
and daddy he told me lil n-gga be you
looked him deep in the eye and tell what n-gga been trough
what a n-gga go’n do if a n-gga don’t make it, aye
kissing -ss n-ggas y’all know sh-t
n-gga i had sh-t
dreaming on the couch made me lose it
so i had to get it
so i’m coming for yo neck and clique in the back
and i swear to god my n-ggas don’t rest
i die for my team & i k!ll for my team
when i’m coming for the check
when i’m coming for yo neck like

[keelo – verse 3]

yeah, you know some people think we do this sh-t to be famous man
we give a f-ck about the fame though
we just wanna get money, get money
after that we wanna get more money
you know what i mean

yeah don’t get it twisted i’m in it for the money cuz
a lot of stress goes when the comes
nine triple o is where a n-gga from
short n-gga taking over like napoleon
call me young don corleon
grinding everynight so i can put a roley on
i just wanna be rich
for now i’m hustler low in a 206 with my n-gga jiggs
these n-ggas f-cking with the wrong clique
got a bad b-tch hopping on my long d-ck
got a couple goons ready to ride
black on black like somebody ready to die uh
sh-t, i got them grams homie
hope the cops f-ck off cuz i got grams on me
and if yo n-ggas try to put they f-cking hands on me
i swear my clique go’n clack i got no gats on me hoe

[dro – verse 4]

uh yeah
d-mn i be up in the states
i don’t f-ck with ian thomas
and i don’t f-ck with 3m8s (x2)

b-tch i’m still about the cheese
as i’m spitting on these beats with my g’s
trynna make it overseas, it’s a cold world trying not to freeze
smoking weed, blowing like a breeze motherf-cker
bunch of lames in the game these days be fake
i don’t really f-ck with these motherf-ckers
you be talking on the net, less you talking bout a check
shouldn’t be talking to me motherf-cker
yo have you heard these motherf-ckers
spitting wack bars on the worst beats
that’s supposed to be the compet-tion i ain’t worried
tell a b-tch don’t waste my time cuz i be in a hurry
i be working on my sh-t they wonder i be up early
cuz i want these millies and retire when i’m thirty
homie i ain’t tripping this a motherf-cking journey
i just wish i woke up in a lamborghini mercy, whut

you ain’t even know what you doing
you ain’t even know what you saying
you ain’t got it in your own hands man
you ain’t even writing your own sh-t

- gangthelabel

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