Polo G - GANG GANG (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - GANG GANG (en) Lyrics
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So used to them gray clouds,
I might fuck around, drop
the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play
around, we'll lay him down,
hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask
an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block
hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the
watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
Young nigga up now, 'member back
then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates only way
a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou'
on mе, keep at least
like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til thе wheels fall
off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes,
palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs
once he play that writin' role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds
watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone,
we just take the dice and roll
Soon as I touch down, them pussy
feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard niggas got money all
on my head, tell 'em come
crown the king (Huh)
Let the work thaw out for fourteen
days, that's quarantine (Yeah)
I'll pour my heart out before
my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big
SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo,
wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
That's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini
(Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch
that's the 'Gatti (Skrrt)
Promethazine, need a
P, I'm the wild me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah,
right to the finals
That money talking and
we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
I'll slide a nigga, I'll
slide a ho (Ooh)
I banged on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came
I put the top down
Under the dark clouds,
I'm shining gold
Used to the gray clouds, I might
fuck around and drop the top
in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around,
we'll lay him down, hit his top
close range (Top close range)
Spend a whole mil' on the
watch and the chain
Hot shit from this Glock
when it flame, yeah
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