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点击复制Ultimate Gangsta (Explicit) - Giggs/2 Chainz
Written by：Giggs
Nightmares
Give these n**gas hysterias
Jokers
N**gas is serious mmm
Everybody's strapped up posted
Chilling in areas
Everybody's got that pistol
Couldn't get near us nah
Everybody's got talk
Everybody wants some
Everybody's got guns
Yeah everybody's got one yeah
Hit him with the hand ting
Or get him with the long one
Man gon' get a little wrong done
Man gon' get him in the long run switch it
Hold 'em and poke that wanker
This that ultimate gangsta
This that n**gas don't want no smoke
'Cause this that ultimate cancer
N**gas ain't jumping no boat
My n**gas ain't throwing no anchor anchor
N**gas just roll up and smoke man
N**gas just going out gangsta mmm
N**gas just roll up want big noise
N**gas just blow up that tanker bap bap bap bap
N**gas wanna roll with them big boys
Biggest authority stamper yes
N**gas ain't sipping no cups
So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta
Thinking these n**gas is wet
Now n**gas is going out damper yes
I said Batman
They thought man was joking
When I'm talking 'bout dressing all black
A n**ga was scopin'
'Cause I'm f**king this rap sh*t
N**gas is sulking sulking
F**k your little chit chat talk show
N**gas is smoking smoking
N**gas ain't getting no cash now
N**gas just coping no cash
N**gas just looking Macauley
N**gas is coking ha
You can just get hit with that .40
Or n**ga gets poking poking
Man have got me thinking it's game time
When they see a n**ga get coaching yeah
Man have got shooters
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just ate them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them ate them
N**gas just swept them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them
I got to war in a suit
I hit the chick in a glut
The condo it came with a coupé
The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U
This is the real street category
Rocking more rings than Robert Horry
Flow real nasty like a lavatory
No more of me in the inventory
Yeah out with the clip on the side
I got my dick on her thigh
Wrists don't f**k with you lie
Pistol on 4th of July
N**ga I hate when you lie
Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj
Ah make 'em sit like a cigar
Ah sipping the rod you can smell it for a mile
Uh check the stats man
See what they do to a black man
I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting jump shot
For some money in the trash can
And my holster got embroidery
When they see me they recording me
Got a grill n**ga
Show your teeth
They ain't yours n**ga show your lease
Yeah that man
I'm just running up a sack man
In the backseat with my feet
On the partition simply relaxing
Tryna' put a line between me and you
Call that a fraction
Thinking I don't know how to act
Sh*t I'm about that action jheeze
Uh drinkin' on that act
Sh*t talking 'bout the trap
Walk around with racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with SKs
Been rich for a decade
Tatted up like a esé
I really fell in love with how the TEC spray
Ultimate gangsta
I don't give a finuck
Pull up in a trinuck
N**ga better dinuck
Turn your a** to dinner
Save you for some leftovers
Run up on you from the right side
And shoot you in your left shoulder
Man have got shooters
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just ate them
Ate them
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
Yeah
N**gas just get them ate them
N**gas just swept them
Swept them
N**gas just get them
Yeah
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
Get them
N**gas just get them
N**gas just get them