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Gang, gang, gang, psh, bang, bang, bang Psh, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way) Look, look Turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang-gang) Let me see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang) I wanna see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang, gang) Let me see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang, gang, gang) They say they gon' do me this and that, huh (Bah), tell me what's the facts, huh (Bah) You know we them niggas, throw some cash, she throw it back, huh (Huh) Lookin' at your neck, huh, that's where we attack, huh (Gang, gang, what? Gang) Even what you show, don't make me have to double back, huh (Gang, gang) A hundred sittin' on my neck, don't make me hurt somebody, huh (Bah, bah, bah) Cadillac's gon' have to hurt somebody (Let's go) Up in the hood with all my jewelry, G-Lock on my body, huh Look, look, they know my body I fuck the both of 'em, they twins Baby, bring your friends Function ain't no party 'cause the function never end Drivin' me to the porta, huh, huh, huh Drivin' me to the porta, huh We up in the North and (Huh, look, uh) Letras de canciones Hit you (Hit you), touch you (Touch you), bustin' out knuckles (Baow) Why would I (Why would I) tussle? (Uh) Stand tall, never buckle Baow, uh, yeah (Stand tall, never buckle) This a Fivi' party, uh (Uh) Bodyguard don't have to bodyguard me (Nah, uh, uh) Watch her, she on my body, pro'ly, yeah (Uh, yeah) After I fuck, she get dismissed (Uh) She wanna suck on a lit dick (Uh), uh (Yeah) Crip shit (Uh), I fell in love with a rich bitch (ay, ay, ay) Fivi', I'm one of them niggas Yeah, Fivi', I'm one of them niggas They know I'm one of them niggas Say, we go, I come with the killers (Baow), yeah (Uh) Everywhere I go, they say I'm the realest, huh, yeah Everywhere I go, they say I'm the, look I gotta bounce, huh, I get that money out of town (I do) They book me another show in the A and I ain't even turn 'em down (Grrt, baow) I play a big part, I throw a drill and I switch cars I took a Perc' and I lift off Shooter shootin' like he Chris Paul (Grrt, baow) Hundred thousand on my neck, don't make me hurt a nigga Huh Turn a scene into a murder, nigga All this fuckin' shade that they keep throwin', it ain't workin', nigga Nah, nah (Ah) See me in person, then get nervous, nigga (Grrt, baow) Turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang-gang) Let me see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang) I wanna see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang, gang) Let me see you turn up, what you waitin' for? Huh (Gang, gang, gang) They say they gon' do me this and that, huh (Bah), tell me what's the facts, huh (Bah) You know we them niggas, throw some cash, she throw it back, huh (Huh) Lookin' at your neck, huh, that's where we attack, huh (Gang, gang, what? Gang) Even what you show, don't make me have to double back, huh (Gang, gang) A hundred sittin' on my neck, don't make me hurt somebody, huh (Bah, bah, bah) Cadillac's gon' have to hurt somebody (Let's go) Up in the hood with all my jewelry, G-Lock on my body, huh Look, look, they know my body From Letras Mania