Gangsta Boo

Gangsta Boo - Good &; Hi lyrics

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(feat. Juicy J)



[Chorus: x2]

If you niggaz good and hi let me see you clap your hands

If you niggaz good and drunk let me see you clap your hands



[Gangsta Boo]

Bitch you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up

Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up

In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa

Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters

Try to sneak up in the club low key, fuck an autograph

Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in the aftermath

I ain't tryna brag or say I'm all that,  when I'm not

But I'm fuckin bad, I'm knockin plenty bitches out the spot

I was always told that my pussy be the fuckin best

If you want to test let me put your nigga on some X

If you want to fuck let me see who money spend the best

Eight figure dick be the best nigga nuttin less

Niggaz round town actin like they fucked the Gangsta Boo

Hoes round town sayin did she fuck my man too?

Yo I'm runnin shit niggaz gave me crown, labeled me the queen

Gonna do this damn thing bitch, know what I fuckin mean



[Chorus]



[Gangsta Boo]

Now everybody claim the role of a killa killa

Yean ain't do no ten twenty years in the pen nigga

Flaugin ass boy wit you mug on like you hard

Boy you need to stop yean neva had a fuckin charge

You a momma's boy Gangsta Boo went to school with you

You the honor roll yean neva had a fuckin crew

Wit cha girlfriend with her jealous ass on the scene

Black ass bitch blue long braids bitch please

It's about time that I told you

I don't care if you bitches dont speak, i don't love you

Listen to the rumors called the story crazy lady boo

Got my nigga rollin blunts and smokin to get fucked up

I know you gon hate when you see me comin on them thangs

Pullin in the gated driveway cause I'm havin thangs

Still I'll bust a cap if I catch you on surveillance

Two killaz on the roof

Bulletproof

We don't love you



[Chorus]



[Juicy J]

Why I'm devoted to this game

Where they slang

And they gangbang

North North mayn

Wit them curls and them gold thangs

Lemons wanna step to a playa wit these lame names

Knowin they dont wannat come to our side buckin brains

20 thousand cash to my nigga nigga

Kill this bitch

Heat on them leather seats lets get into some gangsta shit

See the boy walkin down the street

Grab him by his neck

Point him with the tec what's your set

Leave his body wet

We don't play

Wit other folks kids

We rob

We steal

We gaffle

We bid

We pimp

These bitches

We put em

On charge

We smoke

That skunk

We roll

We mob

We business

We Bentley's

Our cheese

Stay fat

The mink

The coat

The cow

Boy hat

The fangs

The shades

We gotta

Stay paid

Three 6

Don't play

My nigga

We spray



[Chorus x8]
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