Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im A Gangsta, artist - Goldtoes
Date of issue: 31.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Im A Gangsta |
Chorus: Goldtoes |
I’m a playa |
I’m a hustler |
I’m a gangsta making paper |
I’m a rider |
I’m a hustler |
I’m a playa making paper |
I’m a gangsta |
I’m a hustler |
I’m a playa making paper |
I’m a rider |
I’m a gangsta |
I’m a playa making paper |
I’ve been hustling all week, now I’m ready to spend |
I walk up in the club about 12 AM |
Bitches everywhere, sayin' «There Lucky go» |
I’m a big time player, never loving no hoe |
Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside |
Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night |
Y’all get out of line, and I’m pullin' out a nine |
They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign |
But I’m cold in the game, and you know I’m a star |
Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car |
If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for? |
Boy, I’m 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more |
I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this |
Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches |
I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola |
Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja |
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It’s the Goldtoes |
Kickin' down doors |
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O |
Man, that’s fa' sho |
I’m from the 'Sco |
Where they get they pimp on |
And blowing the hydro |
I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky |
In the club, every night |
Poppin' bottles of the bubbly |
What I’m saying is for certain |
All night pervin' |
My name is Goldtoes, and the money’s what I’m earnin' |
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Yeah, I got a gun |
But that ain’t really nothin' |
With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club |
I’m a big bank flipper |
Hustle from a nigga |
Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter |
Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper |
Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle |
Aw, need a mob figure, got richer |
I’m foretellin' y’all how I live my life, nigga |
I put it down for the players and the hustlers |
Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters |
But I stay throwed til the day that I die |
Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high |
Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor |
Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles |
Man, it ain’t nothin' to a boss named Lucky |
Everyday, all day, I’m on a grind to make money |
Repeat Chorus |