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      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Oxymoron

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      ScHoolboy Q - Gangsta Música y Letra

      Hello, hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangsta
      
      Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed
      Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G
      Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove
      Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q
      
      Figg Side! (They want that gangsta shit)
      Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uhh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
      Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
      Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
      
      What it do, young niggas? What it do, young bitches?
      I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no Swishers
      And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm famous
      What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I made it!
      When I was broke, I got me that nine
      With my nine, I hit me that lick
      And then with that lick, it came with that yola
      With that yola, it came with your bitch
      And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that corner
      I don't care if that ho got pneumonia
      Give me racks and you won't get a quarter
      She don't run game, I'm the only controller
      So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over here
      Put that shit on burst, nigga
      I be checking ass all on the curb, nigga
      You could tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga
      What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
      Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
      (Yay-yay) My grandma showed me my first strap
      My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
      Real niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply
      Shit, come around my town you clown, that's suicide
      
      My momma said don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack
      Gangbanger that street jack, always trying to figure where the beef at
      Knock-knock your brain on the doormat, bitch nigga, what you call that?
      We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me
      Nigga look, it's right here, bulldog bark, you could die right here
      Real gangsta niggas don't have no fear, real niggas never tattoo their tears
      Hopping out of vans, disturbing your plans, all hoodied up, no Wu-Tang Clan
      Three J's letting off through that Aryan, call that bitch 3 for 10
      I'm fucking up the streets again, tags on the toes all amongst your friends
      Let the barrell spin, get blended in, embrace the funk
      Groovy as I'm running through your system
      Seem like you only target Hindu victim
      Red dot, chicken pox type symptoms
      Sad day, had his whole family sickened
      Trying to state the facts, we don't care if he elect you black, we got a strap
      Gangsta shit, shooting me if I'm broke or rich, I got a bitch
      Ain't sober, kush odor, kush soda's, crip stoner
      Real soldier, head off shoulders, makeover

      ScHoolboy Q - Gangsta Música y Letra

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