KAGE47 - GANG (feat. Michael Ang3lo)

She came down for the
She came down for the gang
She love this dick yeah
She came down for the gang
She came down for the gang
She love this dick yeah
She came down for the gang
She love this shit yeah
She came down for the gang
She love this dick yeah
She came down for the gang
She love this dick yeah
She poppin', she droppin', she toppin' the gang said she lovin' this dick yeah
All of my niggas is gang so I said I pull up with the stick
They don't want no smoke
You know I pull up hit a lick nah nah
They some hoe hoes
They ain't on shit
Who who suuu
All my niggas gonna shoot, yeah
Su suuu
All my niggas gon' aim at you, nah nah
That shit was outta town but we cool
Nah nah nah
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go right now
I'm all on the floor right now
Now now now now
Fuckin' that bitch
I'm hittin' that hoe on the floor right now
Now now now now now
Yeah
Yeah we all made
I'm with the army
Put you in the cage
Cuz I'm the Hokage
All my niggas up right now
She givin' me uck right now
She givin' me top right now
No I can't flop right now
Can't stop right now
All my niggas do it right now
Yeah we get 2 right now
I'm truest now
I swear I’m not losing now
Ima shoot it now like
Oooooh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Fuck is up
Man what the fuck is up
Yeah
I'm in a tonka truck
I could not give a fuck
You're runnin' out of luck
You're runnin' out of luck
Yeah, yeah
All my niggas with the gang we shoot
Yeah yeah yeah
Hmmm
Suuu
Yeah fuckin' this bitch I'm cool like
Suuu
Yeah hittin' this bitch in two like
Suuu
You know we came to duel like
Suuu
You know we came to pull up and shoot
Pussy nigga you better get a clue
Pussy nigga you know you gon lose
Money
Money
Kevin Hart ain't shit funny
Money
Money
White bitch, playboy bunny
Money
Money
I want these racks in the sunny
I want these racks in the winter
I want the racks and the honeys
Uh, honeys
I'm in demon mode right now
Yeah, yeah
I'm in demon mode right now
But I still praise God
She got on her knees please
Like she was praising us
Just taking us
No copy
No fakin' love
I'm like ooh
Try me we'll shoot
All my niggas gon' blow
I'll let you know
Let you know
I'll let you know
Yeah yeah
Gang on the smoke
Gang on the smoke
Yeah
I make them run out of hope
I make them run out of dope
Bitch you don't know how to cope
I take your bitch then we elope
Whoa
Put dick in her throat
Whoa
She wanna fuck my Bro too
So I did it old school
What's man billin' on to you
Huh
To you
Put my name on her phone like U2
Yeah
She was connected with me
Like I was Infrared, Bluetooth
Uh, yeah
Just tell me what you want
I got it lil' shawty Yeah yeah
Just tell me what you want
I got it lil' Barbie Yeah yeah
She too old she no bad Bhabie she was shady
Yeah yeah
Me, my niggas you know we get wavy
Yeah
I been fuckin his lady, yeah
Shit bout to get wavy, yeah
Shit bout to get scary, yeah
I ain't tellin' jokes like Jim Carey, yeah
Pussy niggas some fairies, yeah
I been drinkin' my dairy, yeah
Finna give her the bone
She comin' home
She sitting on the throne
Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo
Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo
Gang in this bitch
Gang in this
Gang in this bitch
Can't hang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch
Weed, coke, dope
Man a slang in this bitch
Show me the trap in this bitch
We trappin' and shit
Watch out lightening
This shit different
This shit different
This shit different
This shit different
That bitch different
This shit different
That bitch different
She addicted oh
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

Written by:
Michael Higgwe

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