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Текст (слова) песни: Gangsta Boo - Fuck You



[intro - gangsta boo]

Yeah, yall know what time it is nigga

Im bringin a lot of shit today

Im bringin m-child

Im bringin two for ya

Im also bringin the pain nigga

cause when I come, Im comin for you

So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body

For the 9-8, until 2 gs nigga

Im takin over

You understand this type of shit

Three 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse

Fuck you bitch!

(m-child)

1 - when we high off that green and gin

Aint no tellin what well do

You got some ani with the crew?

(fuck you! fuck you!)

With that heat we be bussin

Conversation no discussion

Hollow points they comin straight at you!

(fuck you! fuck you!)

Repeat 1

[gangsta boo]

Bustin bitches daily, maybe its the herb in me

I wanna see what you hidden for, shake em and see

Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup

Im just a beefin in the club, tear that fuckin bitch up

Im in the corner round some smoke, smokin fine ass weed

Freakin like vanessa del rio, wont you take you a peak

Mob, it was me, bringin shit to the door

I be the lady unabomber, bombin bitches and mo

So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin

Aint nothin stoppin prophet posse til your body be droppin

You fuckin bitch, spittin rhythms in your rhyme like a joke

Im gonna tote you like a 90 when Im pullin that dope

I know youre hopin that Ill fall to my face, but I aint

My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank

Another fuckin lp dropped like its some rice

We be straight like 9:15, bitch, fuck your spot

Nigga!

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

(m-child)

Let cha let cha mind explode

With these lyrics I control

Just a peak to let you see

How m-child do it in flip mode

Now Im baddest on a level

Find a new way to be paid

Aint gon burn or slice or beat em down

With bats and prophet dank

Yellin thangs, Im comin up

And niggas want your life to live

Pack that steel if you real

But you better shoot to kill

All that flossin aint gon do

Bring a gun without the clip

And for the rest of your life

Youll be walkin around with a half-ass limp

Read my lips, dont fuck with us

Because we dangerous

And when we on that good stuff

Like a junkie, we be anxious

To get up in yo shit

And take your life with all quickness

A orange mound playa that be strictly bout his business

Watch out, nigga

Dont give a fuck, nigga

Walk on top of water

We some mean ass niggas

Prophet til I fry

So fuck with me, you cant avoid

Plus the first time you slip

You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, bitch!!!

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

(koopsta knicca)

Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin

Gettin upon the skin

I had no team, 34 hancock

Puttin them cuts upon these men

Again its on, dont be phony

Tellin these hoes that I love em

You think youre tough fool

Look at your ? , hey, they groupies

Nigga, dont give a fuck

Wanna know bout better things

That fool is gonna be ?

Raisin doja, what I saw is me

I best get the motha-fucka off

B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow

Loadin got me goin down

Swear Im trippin

fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin cal

On the ground with the 40

Hell, and me criticizing, no

Ho, I never sold no dope

Oh shit, then shoot me cuz Im ?

Some of them charges, said the sergeant

"you been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creep"

Nah, nigga, my name is ? ?

Well, if youre wanted

Then Im gonna give you something to collect

Man, you can take that mothafuckin gat

And stick that heat up your ass

Nine in my ? , got the 5 ? ? ?

3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

[prophet posse]

2 - hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

Fuck you, fuck you

Repeat 2 to fade

 

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