Yo uh I want to be a gangsta Hello hello testing 1 2 I want to be a killer
Alright we got all these f*cking wannabes out here that wanna be gansgstas and killers
A say I'll be sancho tirando tu saco si bienes armado te dejo tirado en el suelo despego las balas que
deja tu cuerpo como hielo no te preocupes de tus jollas y tu dinero porque yo te tire primero te las quite soy pandillero. No me voy sin nada no te
doy chansa por revancha me voy a fumar un toque luego me voy que me chupe la Sancha como el chupacabra hasta que no me quede nada luego
me voy con otra jaina demostrandome sus nalgas.
Yo soy de LPG Sancho nino bandit royalty silencio con el cuete mi gente so vete no te pases rajes no te escondas con disfraces.
Concentration level ready clock fire boom sas ya te debo. If you get the question we'll get the money word
Never mind getting stuck with B*tches homie. Double check your status this world ain't for free I push that f*cking hard cause I really wanna be
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I heard you wanna be a gangsta but you ain't nothing but a pranksta
You brag that you makes all the skrilla and you be claiming yous a killa
But I just wanna be a balla so I can be the shot calla
A navigator on switches and two big booty B*tches.
I remember when I used to spin wax remember I can't throw lyrics over tracks they fill back yards to the max
And hood rats came in packs and gangstas have a 6 tattooed on they backs.
Who woulda the thought the trifiling eses from the hood would blow the spot and ain't nobody got shot.
But hold up I remember seeing in the videos the ballas with fat gold chains and the ...... impalas at
I'm catching and I'm thinking hmmm I can do the same thing that he do but better and now hes on a mission
to rock the most blocks with the blue hooded sweater.
I wanna be the rap star the bald license with a rolex a mansion and a mother f*ucking car
Iced up pinkys forhy bikinis on the beach and sticky icky gucci on the reach but until then I'm still
dreaming (still dreaming) Keep the third eye open for these off that be skeeming
Hey dudes o we got credits on ya and watch us wes about to put it on.
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Quien es el mas raitero mas pelotero el campion de campiones el mero mero pandillero callajero y pistolero
En las calles me la rifo por el dinero a lo que cueste si te me pones de frente ponte trucha
Te tumba el cuete seriamente soy ariesgado si no quieren pleito agase a un lado sigo siendo vago
Cholo y mujeriego mis camaradas tra pastor en cerros muy coqueros y yerberos caras rajadas hay con los fileros
Keep your head bangin all day everyday slangin
Its gon need to shot shot calla but until that day I'm still gon push fingers till I'm dead and you best believe
the words that I said.
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