Correction Lyrics My Gangsta by Yowda

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Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta
Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta

f**k a faggot b*t*h, I don't need her
Hoodrat b*t*h actin' diva
Gettin' mad cause the way I treat her
I don't pay her money, I pipe feed her
Gettin' paid off this white ether
Came out the mud in these white sneakers
We’ll die for ours if we don’t know them cars
We got arms out like a wife-beater
No suckers here, ain’t tryin’ to find ‘em either
We slide n***a, I ain’t talkin’ Visa
Test me, you gon’ meet the reaper
We throwin’ dough, and I ain’t talkin’ pizza
Talkin’ coke, and I’m talkin’ cheaper
Feds on me, start talkin’ reefer
Dog hoes, he a sucka’ n***a
He put her up like a Mona Lisa
Foot on their neck, and I ain’t givin’ breathers
Chopper got me shakin’ like a seizure
Cops ask me where I get it from and where I hide it at
But I ain’t told ‘em neither
Work movin’ fast like a cheetah
Married to the game, and I ain’t tryin’ to cheat her
I’m a loyal n***a, stay down wit’ her
b*t*h did me dirty, and I still ain’t leave her, ah

Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta
Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta

Trappin’ hard wit’ my gangsta ass
In every city got a gangsta pass
f**k that b*t*h n***a, he a snitch
Feds came and split my whole gang in half
Dope dealin’ made my whole gang in hands
One n***a yanked with a gang of grams
Had a pistol on him, got a gang in hands
The crackers never gave my gang a chance
Slipped through the knives, started rappin’ about it
Now King Yowda got a gang of fans
n***a diss me, you get swiss cheese’d
We in all black like some Raider fans
f**k the Gram, I took it to the streets
And I be at your door like some Uber Eats
Pistols on me, like two or three
And n***as wanna kill cause she choosin’ me
Ain’t ridin’ deep, but just a coupe for me
Still stare like it’s a group with me
Boy, I’m in the streets all night and day
n***as takin’ shots but ain’t shootin’ me
Got a hundred thousand worth of jewelry
c*cky attitude and this tool with me
Better hide when it’s time to ride
My whole gang carpool with me, n***a

Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta
Boy I can't hide my gangsta
n***a don't try my gangsta
n***as gonna die my gangsta
Boy you couldn't buy my gangsta
Baby wanna vibe with a gangsta
Boy I'm a fly ass gangsta
Baby wanna ride with a gangsta
Come on take a drive with a gangsta

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