Birdman - Just Another Gangsta (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Birdman - Just Another Gangsta (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah,
whoadie, I'm a jag
Y'all chase bitches, I chase bags
Shoppin’ 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 hustlin', we was small
when we was buyin' cars
Stayed in our budget, can't do
nothin' from behind bars
Nothin' but sufferin', 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 fallin' off, I'm
tryna make the Forbes List, hey
Sonnin’ these niggas, they
respect me like a dad
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 poppin'
from my neck of the woods
And then we came up ice rockin',
put the candy on wood
Put the stuntin' 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 standin' him up
I'm just a 3rd Ward nigga,
big money on me
We come from the bottom, nigga,
survive and make it
Had to learn my own craft,
I was on the wrong path
I was out here livin' dirty
'til I took a long bath
I done got my shit together,
now 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 simpin' 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
Original
Hot Boy shit
You heard me? Solid like a rock
Yeah, stand tall in the fall
Chopper with the sticks, bananas, one
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