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lirik lagu ignorant/gangin’ – the west coast saints

[part i: ignorant]

[hook:]
sometimes i wanna be ignorant, throw a hundred in your face
while you’re stickin’ out your tongue so you knowin’ how it tastes
have you beggin’ for a feature so i put you in your place
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you, i ain’t f-ckin with you
sometimes i wanna be ignorant, throw a hundred in your face
while you’re stickin’ out your tongue so you knowin’ how it tastes
have you beggin’ for a feature so i put you in your place
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you, i ain’t f-ckin with you lames

[verse 1:]
look, i put the w in westside
wake up in the morning and i’m set to live my best life
i’m grateful for the opportunities that i am given
everyday i’m livin’ lookin’ for wasted time cause my vision, ugh
i take a 10 minute break while i’m at work
write a 16, maybe 24 and that’s a verse
i was 15 when i realized that i need to work
so i saved up for a fake i.d. and i got straight to work
uh, flippin’ burgers, taking orders
working graveyard while i was tryna stay focused in cl-ss
because i had about an hour and a half to nap
and i just couldn’t ever just get my sleepy -ss to math
but, these are true stories, we could never bluff
making history, if you wanna deck me, say what’s up
like we black, can’t be not, but we the mexican verdict
tryna get ya’ll to believe like a religious conversion

[verse 2:]
i wake up in the morning feelin’ gorgeous, ya’ll just posing
if i sell my sk!lls and pills, ya’ll be taking double doses
i’m enormous, ya’ll atrocious, ya’ll be taking all my courses and you still suck
we made it from the gutter gettin’ big bucks
give up, we run this motherf-cker, always live up
the deals up, we started our own label just to build up
we real ‘nough, the city in l.a., yeah, we real tough
still hookin’ up these soothin’ instrumentals so you hear us
the valley is yours
we come for the y because it’s ours
you flexin’ the porsche, but don’t forget you rented out
just hear me out
and drop your ego like you’re regal
you forgot you’re wearin’ diapers when you sh-ttin’ on these people
i’ve been on the come up and you big mad
you say you on the trends but i already did that
long live everlasting but you cannot live that
chief, welcome to the world, homie, you can dig that

[part ii: gangin’]

[intro]
there’s a lot motherf-ckers i ain’t f-ckin’ with out here in this valley (almighty)
but there’s no need for negativity, only positivity, mothaf-cka

[hook:]
cause we gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’ (ayy)
your b-tch wanna f-ck
gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’ (ayy)
your b-tch wanna f-ck
gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’ (ayy)
your b-tch wanna f-ck
gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’ (ayy)
your b-tch wanna f-ck
gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’ (ayy)
your b-tch wanna f-ck

[verse 3: yungg justt]
little mama so bad she kept on movin’, movin’ fast
i get the bag, no splittin’ racks, if it’s rainin’ move ’em back
move ’em slow time, move ’em fast, cause if i leave, no callin’ back
she hit my phone like, “where you at?” but what’s the move? what’s up with that?
turn around, i want it bad but i knew this sh-t was fast
makin’ plays on my section, i bet that ya’ll you suckas mad
pullin’ up i get the bag with the arrangement on the dash
switchin’, movin’ fast, won’t let it go cause i’m attached
first off, you rappers trash and you really been whack
and i’ma go and get my money cause i like blue stacks
i get the bag full of [?], bro, you know where i’m at
i’m the hottest youngin’ out and you know that’s a fact
got me for real, i don’t even care how you feel
you was cryin’ to ya mama, i was countin’ up bills
you need to chill, i don’t see much, don’t pop pills
i’m all the way up at the top, you can’t climb my hill

[verse 4: lowkeyk!llah64]
your b-tch wanna f-ck
make me suck my nut
i was just talkin’ my sh-t eatin’ pizza hut
and so these b-tches sus
i don’t really want a cup
[?] i don’t f-ck with and so i don’t give a f-ck
on my way to j-dubb’s i fell in the mud
welcome to the valley where the weathers bipolar
we gone’ pull up smokin’ blunts cause we smokin’ on the daily
i’m always h-lla lit [?]
[?] my gang, what i’m reppin’ on the daily
all of these people, they talkin’ nonsense, that’s crazy
maybe, i’m just tryna reach a level higher than jay-z
jay-z, ayy, ayy

[outro]
your b-tch wanna f-ck, ayy

- the west coast saints

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