My Gangsta lyrics

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Yowda


[Chorus]
Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n*gga don't try my gangsta
n*ggas gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta
Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n*gga don't try my gangsta
n*ggas gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta

[Verse 1]
f*ck a faggot b*tch, I don't need her
Hoodrat b*tch actin' diva
Gettin' mad cause the way I treat her
I don't pay her money, I pipe feed her
Gettin' paid off this white ether
Came out the mud in these white sneakers
We’ll die for ours if we don’t know them cars
We got arms out like a wife-beater
No suckers here, ain’t tryin’ to find ‘em either
We slide n*gga, I ain’t talkin’ Visa
Test me, you gon’ meet the reaper
We throwin’ dough, and I ain’t talkin’ pizza
Talkin’ coke, and I’m talkin’ cheaper
Feds on me, start talkin’ reefer
Dog hoes, he a sucka’ n*gga
He put her up like a Mona Lisa
Foot on their neck, and I ain’t givin’ breathers
Chopper got me shakin’ like a seizure
Cops ask me where I get it from and where I hide it at
But I ain’t told ‘em neither
Work movin’ fast like a cheetah
Married to the game, and I ain’t tryin’ to cheat her
I’m a loyal n*gga, stay down wit’ her
b*tch did me dirty, and I still ain’t leave her, ah
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