Gang In This b*tch lyrics

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Gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
We gone make it rain in this b*tch, rain on a b*tch n*gga
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
We gone make it rain in this b*tch, rain on a b*tch n*gga
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch
I got gang in this b*tch, gang in this b*tch




[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got gang in this b*tch, gang got yo b*tch
I can't give no fame to a b*tch
I swing on a b*tch
Better watch yo tone cause we brought them things in this b*tch
I was in the field doing hits so I'm with the sh*ts
Rollin off the pills in the club high in that b*tch
n*ggas lyin in they rhymes and I'm tired of this sh*t
And I just walked inside the mall and bought whatever I want
Remember trappin out the bando like how many you want
And yea I know that that's yo b*tch but I can f*ck when I want
And I heard n*ggas talking boy this is not what they want
These b*tches play they roles when they come to me
Them b*tches turn to hoes when they come to me
Lookin for some dope n*gga come to me
When you see me you'll be smart if you run from me



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[Verse 2: Stewie]
I got gang, gang, gang gangbang yo b*tch
I don't spend a thing on b*tch but gang to a b*tch
Pull up in that thing I be switchin lanes in that b*tch
Walk inside the club make it hurricane in that b*tch
I got money in the wall
I'ma ball
Poppin pills like Tylenol sh*t dessolve
Doing 10 in like in a hour
f*ck the law
We gone line these b*tches up
And we gone ball,ball,ball,ball
Trappin out the bando cause the we got all the blows
You don't want no smoke n*gga we got all the Bo
Fall off in the club I get hugs from all the hoes
When we fall off in the mall we buy all the clothes
Gang,gang,gang,gang,gang
You a b*tch and stain so you better tuck yo chain in this b*tch


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[Verse 3: Lud Foe]
Gang in this b*tch we ride foreign cars
Hit the fall f*ck up like it's not tomorrow
I'ma dog I f*ck hoes, young porn-star
n*gga say he want smoke but he ain't never outside
Beam on this chrome I leave your brains outside
Grape Jelly inside Peanut Butter outside
f*cking with my gang that's like committing suicide
Snatch the doors off my car yea that suicide
Sipping on codeine
b*tch I lean, that sh*t got me tired
She say she wanna f*ck wassup baby I'm the guy
Turn up at my shows with the gang b*tch we always live
I put Forgios on that thing b*tch we always sliding
You know how I'm rocking sh*t popping like I'm cookin fries
Rocket in my pocket I'm gone pop it if a n*gga try it



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