• Title:GANG GANG (Explicit)
  • Artist:Polo G;Lil Wayne
  • Album:Hall of Fame 2.0 (Explicit)
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    GANG GANG (Explicit) - Polo G/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
    Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
    Composed by:Taurus Bartlett/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
    Polo G:

    Uh
    So used to them grey clouds
    I might f**k around drop the top in the rain
    For the squad we don't play around
    We'll lay 'em down hit his top close range
    He just pretend he not with the gang
    'Member back then that's an opp what he banged
    Runnin' from jakes block hot like I'm Wayne
    Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
    I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
    Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames yeah yeah yeah
    Uh ayy
    Young n***a up now remember back then n***as clowned on me
    Now from the Heaven gates
    Only way a n***a lookin' down on me
    Keep at least two hundred thou' on me
    Keep at least like thirty rounds on me
    With my n***as 'til the wheels fall off don't care if my ride on E
    Gucci slides Versace robes palm trees exotic h*es
    Snitchin' he can't right his wrongs once he play that writing role
    Slime s**t we wipe his nose feds watchin' might strike a pose
    Do a hit take flight we gone we just take the dice and roll
    Polo G/Lil Wayne:
    Lil Wayne:
    Soon as I touch down them p***y feds be hot on me
    Woo
    Heard n***as got money out on my head
    Tell 'em "Come crown the king"
    Huh
    Let the work thaw out for fourteen days that's quarantine
    D**n
    I poured my heart out before my lean baby no R&B
    Yeah
    Six-six-deuce MOB Piru big soo woo slime my crew
    Slatt slatt slatt a-achoo wipe his nose God bless you
    Blatt-blatt-blatt I'm not through
    Bratt-tat-tat duck-duck-goose
    Two big guns on me for the smoke
    It's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
    Call me Capalotty
    Big Slimalini
    Lil' Slime Gotti
    That ain't the 'Ghini lil' b***h that's a 'Gatti
    Skrrt
    Promethazine me a P on the
    I hid fettuccine from the federales
    I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
    I'm leadin' my team yeah right to the finals
    That money talking and we talkin' private
    I'm not correspondin' hold on
    Gucci slides and Versace robes
    Ooh
    I slide a n***a I slide a ho
    I bang on anybody gang
    And I ball with all my slimin' h*es
    On gang-gang on Hollygrove
    No plain jane I smoke Zario
    And when the rain came I put the top down
    Under the dark clouds I'm shining gold
    Used to the grey clouds
    I might f**k around and drop the top in the rain
    Yeah yeah
    Top close range
    Spend a whole mill' on the watch and the chain
    Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames yeah
    Polo G Tunechi Lee