paroles de chanson Just Another Gangsta - Birdman , Juvenile

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch (Bitch)
Nino, look
D-Roc
I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
Sonning these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I′m a jag
Two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
Y′all chase bitches, I chase bags
Shopping up in LIV, ballet slippers for the swag
And I just got a new crib
'Cause I was stuck and had to get it how I live
Me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so
We with the hustling
We was small when we was buying cars
Stayed in our budget, can't do nothin′ from behind bars
Nothin′ but suffering, I know criminals in all the wards
And I don't judge ′em
MVP, I'm on some James Harden shit
And fuck a nine to five, I′m on some money ploy shit
You got your money in the bag? Bitch, I need a forklift
I ain't good with falling of
I′m tryna make the Forbes List, hey
I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
Two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I′m a jag
Two-fifty on the whip, a hundred on the tag
The Gucci with the cash, two hundred on the dash
Bad foreign bitch with the curves and all
She love a real nigga, shot call and ball
See my bloods been popping from my neck of the woods
And then we came up ice rocking
Put the candy on wood
Put the stunting in full, it′s all gravy and good
Put potatoes on the nine, nigga, fuck 'em, we do it
Shine is a must, the people, we duck
We chalk a nigga down while we standing him up
I′m just a 3rd Ward nigga, big money on me
We come from the bottom
Nigga, survive and make it
I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I′m a jag
Two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
Had to learn my own craft, I was on the wrong path
I was out here living dirty ′til I took a long bath
I done got my shit together
Aow I got my own staff
'Bout to fuck my right hand man up 'cause that nigga want half
He see me in my new ′fit, this shit just ain′t simping it
This make them bad bitches get close like they kin to me
G code in my bones, ain't no fuck boy in my tones
And I always keep tools with me case anything goes wrong
D-boying these niggas
They gon′ talk shit when I'm gone
Street bitches who fuck with me gon′ text message my phone
They want to knock me off my throne
Try, try, try, but they can't take me out of my zone
I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
Sonnin′ these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
Two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag
Original
Hot Boy shit
You heard me? Solid like a rock
Yeah, stand tall in the fall
Chopper with the sticks, bananas, one