Gangsta Boogie Pt. 2

Lyrics
[Intro] (Solo) Yeah (Ado, put me in) You love me, you love me not Probably not Why would you tell a young nigga that? [Verse] Do I really need this bitch? Probably not Do I really love a bitch? Not, not, not Yeah, look Do I really need this bitch? Probably not Do she love me? Probably not I need a thot, I want a bop Need some head and some top I'm not trippin' on no bitch, not I Self-made nigga, you can see in my eye I'll believe a bitch when pigs fly I don't trust shit since Nip died Your bitch big meat, ah ha, beef menudo I'ma need my money and I need that shit pronto Feed a nigga shells like a motherfuckin' taco Chicken rock ASAP like a pothole If you really gettin' money, do your dance then Got your bitch pussy poppin' on a handstand I don't need no friеnds, want band, man Bitch pop that pussy like a motherfuckin' Xanax Ooh, nasty, mm, disgustin' Speak on my lifе, on my kids, I'll flush you Ayy, huh, get it jiggin' She only fuck with me 'cause she know a nigga winnin' [Chorus] Ah, hmm, bitch, it's summertime, got my gun on me My life fucked up, mm-hmm, low-key, low-key, low-key I stay way, no way Gettin' money and I'm havin' my way I'ma fuck a nigga bitch sideways Name another nigga like me I'm from the streets, from the streets, from the streets, ah Ah, what they talkin' 'bout? They say my name, yeah, wear it out Ayy, box a nigga up, get him out of here I am not him, bitch, I'm top tier Don't tell me about your life, bitch, I don't care I'll make her say, "Woo" like I'm Ric Flair Uh, if you really want powers and I dare you I ain't gotta fix shit 'cause I don't care to [Bridge] Bitch got my name in the motherfuckin' mix I don't give a fuck 'cause a nigga been sink [Chorus] Hmm, bitch, it's summertime, got my gun on me My life fucked up, mm-hmm, low-key, low-key, low-key I stay way, no way Gettin' money and I'm havin' my way I'ma fuck a nigga bitch sideways Name another nigga like me I'm from the streets, from the streets, from the streets, ah Ah, what they talkin' 'bout? They say my name, yeah, wear it out Ayy, box a nigga up, get him out of here I am not him, bitch, I'm top tier Don't tell me about your life, bitch, I don't care I'll make her say, "Woo" like I'm Ric Flair Uh, if you really want powers and I dare you I ain't gotta fix shit 'cause I don't care to
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Credits
- Writers
- Zoe Osama