| Bitch nigga, you need to stick to what’s happening
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| Cause you be wolfing on the daily, plus you ride when you capping
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| I think you entertain yourself, with all your bullshit lies
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| And I ain’t seen a piece of chrome, on all your bullshit rides
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| But still your bullshit flies, I know these people can smell it
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| How the fuck you gon blow a pound, and don’t know how to inhale it
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| And I ain’t seen you slam a motherfucking thang, on my block
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| Except a throw with a '57 Nova, when that broke bitch stop
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| How the fuck you gon slide a nigga, without your boxing game
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| Plus you got a few beams, aiming dead at your frame
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| What fo', cause your ass wanna get a bigger name
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| Shut the fuck up, cause now your ass stuck in the game
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| Damn you so gangsta, now you with a click so you hard
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| When you one deep, niggas pull your card
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| Dog you so gangsta, if this would of been you then this would of happened
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| You killing everybody, when you rapping
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| Man you so gangsta, everybody scared of you dog
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| Do you believe, what I’m telling you dog
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| Cause dog you so gangsta, they don’t want no problems with you
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| They prolly know, you finna send the laws through
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| Damn you so gangsta, you got your Khaki suit with your open toes
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| Rhinestones in bandanas, like some of these hoes
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| You never catch him at the swap meet, you shop at Mervyn’s
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| Everytime we see the nigga, we gon serve him
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| Sit back and observe him, nervous when you come around real G’s
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| Lying about the connects, and all of the big ki’s
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| This last week, he told some niggas he was with the mob
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| Riding a nigga dick, must be your big job
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| I woulda did this I woulda did that, but you ain’t did shit
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| Lying about the squab, at the club but you ain’t slid shit
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| The Lord better be with ya, if you fuck with me
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| I’ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty
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| I ain’t tripping, I’m on your ass like a papsmere
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| You got them same old small ass, bullets from last year
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| What them fat laces mean, better come up off em
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| Niggas get they bandanas, snatched off em
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| Inches from a coffin, rest in rust to all of my enemies
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| Pulling up on these fake niggas, to make em remember me
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| Snatching a nigga rag off, cause they ain’t no friend to me
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| Cause these niggas out here, got these whole bitch ass tendencies
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| Back at it for round two, why you steady lying
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| Thinking we don’t know, nothing but the real is what we gonna find
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| See you the kind of nigga, that’ll follow the pack
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| And for any piece of attention, just don’t know how to act
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| And that’s why you get smacked up, teeth kinda cracked up
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| Every other week, the same two eyes blacked up
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| You could try to sell a ticket, but my nigga I ain’t buying it
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| Get clocked upside the head, just for thinking of trying it
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| Damn you so gangsta, last week was drop on 3's
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| Now you short of your rent, and you begging for cheese
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| Wearing your partna chain, say your neck on freeze
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| Y’all niggas pussy, y’all niggas ain’t O.G.'s
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| We on a mission lil' daddy, trying to get this feddy
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| I got a brick you can buy, holla back when you ready
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| Got a swang in the air, trying to hold the wheel steady
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| See we ball on the Dub, but your balling is petty
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| (*talking*)
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| Now-a-day's, everybody wanna be gangsta
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| Be for real nigga, run around here lying to everybody
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| Selling these ol' wolf ass tickets, you slapped this nigga
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| You shot this nigga, last week you had a Lexus
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| This week a Benz, you thinking about buying a Maybach
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| But we let you tell it, know I’m saying
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| Get your mind right mayn, stop all that lying dog
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| That fraud ass shit, move around with that shit mayn
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| Go on step your game up, for real
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| We just expose the real, that’s what it is for this 2K4−2K5
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| Niggas better tell the truth, if not we gon expose it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damn You So Gangsta, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп