Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blame My Friends (The Gang) (Clean) , by - IDK. Release date: 26.02.2017
Song language: English
Blame My Friends (The Gang) (Clean) |
| If I Ain’t around I just might be with the mother fucking Gang |
| If I Ain’t around I just might be with the mother fucking Gang |
| If I Ain’t around I just might be with the mother fucking Gang |
| If I Ain’t around I just might be with the mother fucking Gang |
| Destruction |
| All we see is destruction |
| Yea yea |
| Yea yea |
| Destruction |
| All we see is destruction |
| Yea yea yea yea |
| Money and hoes |
| That’s all I know |
| Bring out the gang |
| Getting this Dough |
| Stackin this dough |
| Bring out the gang |
| Clip wit the beam |
| Fuck what you mean |
| Bring out the gang |
| No no manning, I don’t have team |
| I got the gang |
| Gang |
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| Lookin like y’all want something |
| Yall niggas don’t want nothin |
| You talk a lot till you see the beam and they |
| Click it Cricket |
| Y’all start runinn |
| Tummy gun wit the hunnit drum |
| Brum Brum |
| That is not a band |
| If the choppa don’t hit you up |
| Best believe it’s gon hit ya man |
| I done seen a lot of killas Dillas |
| I done seen a lot of dope feigns |
| I don’t seen a lot niggas acting like they be around where they don’t be |
| Fake niggas tryna act real |
| Real niggas don’t say a thing |
| Till they’ll Pull up on you with Bong Bong |
| Then they run and scream |
| Money and hoes |
| That’s all I know |
| Bring out the gang |
| Getting this Dough |
| Stackin this dough |
| Bring out the gang |
| Clip wit the beam |
| Fuck what you mean |
| Bring out the gang |
| No no manning, I don’t have team |
| I got the gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
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| My bitch clean |
| She ah goddess |
| Hair long pocahontas |
| Boi ya cheese lookin real bad |
| You need to see an orthodontist |
| Ima just keep the shit honest |
| Keep it Chris Wallace |
| Big as a nigga could be |
| (Wait) |
| You are the type go on play in the road as say |
| You in the streets |
| (Swevere) |
| Crash the whip |
| Buy another one |
| (Skirt) |
| In the kichen cookin parrot that’s |
| (Birds) |
| Tryna fly away |
| Fuck what you Hurd |
| If she got that ass |
| Pull up on her |
| That’s an hour glass |
| Look at her curves |
| Time is running out |
| But I forgot |
| All cuz my Rollie all |
| You would understand if your rollie legit |
| Money and hoes |
| That’s all I know |
| Bring out the gang |
| Getting this Dough |
| Stackin this dough |
| Bring out the gang |
| Clip wit the beam |
| Fuck what you mean |
| Bring out the gang |
| No no manning, I don’t have team |
| I got the gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Gang |
| Destruction |
| All we see is destruction |
| Yea yea |
| Yea yea |
| Destruction |
| All we see is destruction |
| Yea yea yea yea |