gangsta rap ( from the crib), by lance
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Im a gangster my name is bill
i ride to burger king on my
freaking big wheel
i order a drink double burger
and fries for another 2 bucks
i get super sized
i think im bad i'm scared of no one
all the peeps kno i carry a gun
ratta tat tat bullets flow like that
one more tatty tat you lay on your back
i may only be ten u dont kno the places
i've been i used to run with a crazy crowd
it went past cerfew so i wasn't allowed
when i grow up im gona be tough
come in my crib i'll mess you up so at night
don't walk the streets like a cop on the take
i walk my beat
i must go for its time for bed
im bill the gangster i pop one in your
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Posted: 2011-10-29 19:46:27 UTC |
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