Styles P - Gangster, Gangster Lyrics

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If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3

If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life

Outside 'til it's finished my nigga the whole night

Few contract and inkpens later

Turn into boss respect mob ties and kingpin paper

Mountin the D Cardi frames and pink Gators

Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters

Don't even think about the top 10 just think Jada

Never eat no less then I think greater

Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks

A boy on a bike while my man willie it

Silly shit imagine how rich we could really get

Fuck a pool table the crib got a billiard

Streets is our problem hope Allah's got 'em

Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster

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Silverback! No doubt (yeah)

That's you son aiyyo I got you though

Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy big Chevy

24's bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws

4-4 sit on my lap other thing in the truck

It's too big and it come with a strap

I got bitches money cars in a lot

I already got weed bring cigars to the spot

Coke in a pot 'gnac on the counter

Three money countless; get from around us

I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales

Like they probably won't last in none of these jails

I'm tattooed up Levi's double sewed Chuckers

No shirt I'm back muh'fuckers!

The mac muh'fuckers don't clack muh'fuckers

That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'fuckers

Silverback nigga the Barack O. of rap

L.O.X. D-Block coward hold that!

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