Gangsta Lyrics

Gangsta lyrics

(chorus)

Now i aint putting nothing out,I smoke when I wonna

26-inch chrome spokes on the hummer

This heat gon last for the whole summer

Running your bitch faster then the road runner

Rocks on my wrist,rolls gold under

Glocks on my hip,those throw thunder

Im buying diamonds by the pier

But when you stop,the only thing spinning is your ear

Yeah,Im riding with that all black snub

Raiders cap back,all black gloves

Im 80s man,but the boy smack thugs

these record sales???

Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs 

His impacts about as raw as crack was

Now all these new artists getting raw deals

Im only 21,setting on mills

(chorus)

we on fire

up in here,its burning hot

we on fire

shell take it of if it get to hot,up in this spot

we on fire

tear the roof off this motherfucker

nigga what you say

we get lose in these motherfucker

(wers 2)

if you now anyting about my,then you know im a baller

If i aint hit the first night,i aint gon call her

Im trying to play,you trying to have my daughter

But i cant blame her for what her momma taught her

And i dont care bout what the next nigga bought her

Cause i aint putting no baguettes in her??

I got a diamond about as clear as water

And i got bread,but i aint spend quarters

So cut the games ma,lets go in the back

matter fackt,turn your ass round,back a nigga down

And i aint bias when im riding throug the town

like em small,like em tall,like em black,like em brown

She gotta be able to cum when i need her

Tight ass pants,little wife beater

Regular chick or R&B diva

Bitch say something,I aint a mind reader.

(chorus)