| Drip like the kitchen sink while you smilin' in they face, yeah
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| Never late, forever straight
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| Heavyweights, don’t make us demonstrate
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| Industry niggas be actin' hella fake
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| Let me smoke and medicate before I fuck around and catch a case
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| Shit, we do this every day
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| They hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
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| Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
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| Some of my niggas Crips, some Blood, we don’t segregate
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| Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
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| Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
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| We in the V.I.P. |
| surrounded by yellow tape
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| And it’s my twenty-second year off of Section 8
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| Might kiss Ella Mai in the mouth just to celebrate
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| Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
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| And the gangstas make the girls go wild
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| Baby, know we up though
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| And nothin' but a G thang
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| Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
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| Put your cup in the air
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| It’s a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby
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| I want all the smoke, bring it over here, baby
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| Got you on call, bang on this, babe
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| I’ma pull your card
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| Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild
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| .38s on the reds vonny tank
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| Black and gold, breeze through like a New Orleans Saint
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| DM your bitch, think I ain’t?
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| Gon' hit the Met Gala steps with her drippin' like some wet paint
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| Do what I want, nigga, this L. A
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| I hit a switch and had the Impala squeakin' like Michel’le
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| And this chain cost a hundred K, try to take it
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| I catch fades like Obie Jay
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| We out in Vegas playin' spades at the Mandalay
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| We gotta make it, shit, it really ain’t no other way
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| Stay dangerous, keep it on you 'case you gotta spray
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| Try and get all your niggas out the hood and buy some real estate
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| Motivate, been 15 years since I sold an eighth
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| Ten bands in every pocket got me feelin' overweight
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| My ex bitch came back around like a rollerskate
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| I told her ass, «If you can’t roll a blunt, you can’t roll the Wraith»
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| Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
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| And the gangstas make the girls go wild
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| Baby, know we up though
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| And nothin' but a G thang
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| Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
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| Put your cup in the air
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| It’s a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby
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| I want all the smoke, bring it over here, baby
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| Got you on call, bang on this, babe
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| I’ma pull your card
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| Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangstas Make The Girls Go Wild, artist - The Game. Album song Born 2 Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп