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lirik lagu campaine – go yayo

[intro: g$ lil ronnie]
ayy, ayy, skrrt, chapo, ayy
gang gang gang gang gang
it’s yl on dem 808’s
ayy, ayy

[chorus: g$ lil ronnie]
hoodfame gang, that’s the motherf-ckin’ campaign
we ain’t duckin’ opps, we duckin’ 12 and we makin’ stains
pockets full of thunchos, so a n-gga can’t complain
know the chapo what we bring, make ’em sing like eddie kane
i been stashin’ cases of that red, i can’t sell a pint
trappin’ ’til i’m trapped off in the feds, f-ck what n-ggas think
these n-ggas say they want me dead, i look at it like it’s a prank
and we don’t f-ck with what’s they name, we really get ben franks

[verse 1: g$ lil ronnie]
these n-ggas reppin’ like they gangster but we know they really ain’t
we in your city every week, we goin’ where you n-ggas can’t
we f-ckin’ on you n-ggas’ b-tches, servin’ your big homie drank
we catch you slippin’, hit you n-gga, wet your sh-t like it was paint
so much moolah on me, got me lookin’ like i hit a bank
big old thooka on me, it’ll split you, it came with a shank
i send some shots, some bodies drop, it look like he was tryna play
it ain’t no point of havin’ no scope, we gon’ shoot you point blank
these n-ggas say they gang gang gang gang gang, but we not the same
i had some squares all in my circle, had to rearrange
done blew so much on pints of that purple, could’ve bought a range
done bought my lil’ b-tch everything, everything but wedding ring
try reaching for my piece of chain, we gon’ get a piece of brain
put d-ck all in your piece of game, tip her, let her keep the change
the gang gettin’ hotter by the day so we keep the flame
you can speak up on a lot of sh-t but n-gga don’t speak on the fame

[verse 2: go yayo]
hoodfame gang, young n-ggas down for the stain
p-ssy rap n-gga say my name, now we takin’ aim
n-ggas dyin’ every day, police don’t know who to blame
lot of n-ggas hollerin’ gang gang but we not the same
we don’t do no talkin’, we pull up like a jump shot
pop up with the chopper, make a p-ssy n-gga hopscotch
ride around with suge and you know we got that glock popped
draco hit your roof, we turn your charger to a drop-top
pop pop, we don’t play with snitches, boy we pop cops
good drop, cookin’ up that dope until that work lock
dead man, hood rich in my swisher, boy we smoke opps
n-gga smoked your partner, you ain’t do sh-t, boy you ought to die
zayven did five is a n-gga who did it high
if we catch him then we slidin’
he forgot, we gon’ remind him
my youngins on that dumb sh-t
they’ll hit you for some diamonds
we stack bodies like they binders
say the word, they gon’ come find you, gang gang

- go yayo

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