Текст песни Gangx4 - Camira the Rapper

Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Esketitt

Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch
I heard my favourite rapper
Spit these bars on tracks like this
So I'ma do it too
None of you
Got crack like this
I'ma capitalise
And get that paper, boy
You a paper boy
Put you in the paper, boy
Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch

Man I been moving packs
Flippin birds (Flippin birds)
I got keys they adore
Your boy give it a turn
My bitch me rolling me jays
That be too big to burn
And I be making paper
You didn't earn, didn't learn
Nah, nah, nah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
So don't try it dog
The fire squad, fire off
And I'll toast at the ceremony
They'll tie the knot
And you gon' have to buy a box
To fit inside of boss
Coz I'ma feed you shells
The size of frogs
With a side of God
And ice to ice them eyes you got
So get your eagle on
I got my beastie on
And Duke 'bout to Nukem all
With that desert eagle drawn
I'll put ya back on the streets
This your eviction notice
This shit I'm smoking, fix your focus
This bitch is potent
It's Kmart
For the bodies that this cat'll log
The K spark so stay sharp
We battlebots

Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch
I heard my favourite rapper
Spit these bars on tracks like this
So I'ma do it too
None of you
Got crack like this
I'ma capitalise
And get that paper, boy
You a paper boy
Put you in the paper, boy
Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch

That Gucci gang
Double G up on the belt buckle
I'm Pootie Tang, baby
I'ma cause the world trouble
The new classic
You'll get your ass whipped
Ballin with the answer
We talkin 'bout practice
The Spider ridin 150
On the highway
Frankie Sin, my way
Shirt cost 5K
I give a fuck about the haters
I ain't wantin friends
Don't tell me about your partner
I ain't knowin them
Man I'm just stackin cash
And then I go again
The pressure dropped so damn quick
Now I got the Benz
I got a Winnebago on my wrist
That leopard skin
That Will Smith
That fresh prints
Ice around my neck
Now I could never chill again
Gassin lames
Propane, Hank Hill again
Terrio on the stereo
We killin 'em
Paper chasin, I'm first, mate
That Gilligan

Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch
I heard my favourite rapper
Spit these bars on tracks like this
So I'ma do it too
None of you
Got crack like this
I'ma capitalise
And get that paper, boy
You a paper boy
Put you in the paper, boy
Gang gang gang gang
We lit bitch
We rich bitch
We the shit bitch