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And I Gang***g Lyrics


Artist: 42 Dugg

 

And I Gang***g Lyrics

And I Gang***g by 42 Dugg


(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

Ayy, this b**ch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b**ch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang

Damn near in the chain gang with all these f**kin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f**kin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (Yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f**k and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', b**ch, I got a habit
Don't like f**kin' with no condom, I like f**kin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but sh*t, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, b**ch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that sh*t to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (We on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, my ass turned into titties
I won't bash a b**ch for cheap, and I just might ask a b**ch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this b**ch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a b**ch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f**k again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and b**ch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f**ked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, b**ch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that b**ch been askin' Dreka?

Ayy, this b**ch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b**ch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang



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