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(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Pull up to that party on that gangsta tip
I'm with my gangsta clique, they let the gangstas in
Pants saggin' on my Forces with a gangsta brim
I'm with a gang of hoes and my gangsta bitch
She got a strap in her purse, yeah, we got that in
I'm turnt up on Bloods off a gang of Hen'
Who them woopin' in my section? Oh, that's gang and them
P hats, B hats, A's and them
Big Dobe got us trippin', so we faded shit
Brag 1 in the head with a fifth of Henny
I bounce back in my Chevy, what's happenin', folk?
P-Funk, no cuts with the rattlin' trunk, woah
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke, then that's a simp
And I ain't never slowed down like activist
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke, then that's a simp
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit, pimp
Pull up with some niggas that's on gangsta walk
I'm a gangsta bitch, I'm a gangsta broad
Pull up in a coupe, that's a gangsta car
On that flashy tip, I'm a gangsta star
Bitch, I smell good and I look good
And I fuck good, know this pussy A1
Your bitch pay good, she so flagrant
Roll through Jay hood, nigga, I'ma stay good
Ayy, they tried to knock me off and these hoes all failed
Fuckin' for the clout, but still not gon' sell
I'm Miss Independent, bitch, I got mail
I got it off the work, bitch, I got scales
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke, then that's a simp
And I ain't never slowed down like activist
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
Two cribs, one for the hoes
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit
If she say I'm the G.O.A.T., well, I suppose
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