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Текст песни Rydah J. Klyde f Yukmouth - Fly Gangsta

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[Yukmouth]Je je jeah, nigga! ughIt`s a Mob Figa eventMy nigga J. KlydeYa bitchesHo up , or blow up ya stank bitchJeahYukmouth in the mutha fuckin` house ya hoes, SHEES!JeahPop ya colla and ya chain niggaWhat! What! Jeah![Yukmouth]We getting` it, the magnificent20 inchin` it, concededOnly in the model bitch I`m interestedWeededSplif after splif we smoke infiniteBlingin`Chained to my dick and shitPop Crys ridiculousFlow like terrificRippin` it, spittin` itFuck all your written shitHere`s your death certificateYuk fucks `em up on some different shitMake bitches shave from they tits to they clitorisMake the innocent college bitch eat the licoriceCrash the Jag [AHHHH!]Next day flip a bigga sixKing of Oakland but not on no Jigga shitThis Regime life bitch niggaz witness thisOakland to Pittsburg smokin` herbIn mink coats and fursNiggaz slang hydro and birdsIn Cali fuckin` video hoes and center foldsBut still retire rappers like Arsenio Shows niggaChorus: [Rydah J. Klyde]Fly gangsta how you get so fly?Them other birds go hard when they tryThey look sloppy what is it a carbon copy?You the nigga boy I ain`t gon` lieCoochie in Gucci, ChannelleLouie and oouieGot diamonds in his mouthI stared when he spoke to meHe probably buying cakeTrynna get me to buy his typeHe fly away I hope he come back to meFly Gangsta![Rydah J. Klyde]Yo I`mma let the hatters do themMy neck and wrist I draped itUntouchable, M-O-B Figa affiliatedOr how I feel to make it out the roughest of timesGrandma raised me and my cousin, three sisters I grindSome years laterShe at the school I had no shineAnd half the time the clothes wasn`t even mineBut in do timeJunior high, `89Me and Brittle started to grindSee who got free waps from E-Y-T Swann had bombHe scored from Fat RatEarly 90`s grimy boy we at thatMy pockets got the mumpsFor real work off in my backpackCross cords and silk shirts got me missin` every classNow she flirtin`Winkin` the lashesI`m too high to catch a passI`m getting` money bitch [what]I ain`t got timeShit unless she trynna grind for a fly gangsta in his primeKeep ya eye on meAnd quarter ounces ridin` from my project buildin`I`m livin` grimy lookin` like a millionWatch me[Chorus][Rydah J. Klyde]Now I`m slidin` through the nightIn the same shoes I could have died inA hundred times count my blessin`sPick my nine see the times changeIn sub stations in the housin`I`m in my [?] bumpin` 11/5 browsin`With thousands in rubber bandsIt`s dirty money from the gutter manThe block is crowded gettin` cluttered manWho is this mutha fucka Gem?You know him?He housin` high speedHittin` gatesScuffin` the shit out my Nike`sOr maybe in my zone at home writin`I got a plan to blowStick up money and grams is movin` slowI spread my wingsGot my weight upNow the hatters they knowCuz when a nigga havin` paper it showBirds of the same feather fly togetherWe make a nigga wanna have his cheddarWho got ya gritting in the coldest weather?You goin` hard and you gettin` betterThe F-L-Y to the seventh letterIn any weatherI`m Fly GangstaBitch!

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