Letra de 4 The Gangsters - SAINt JHN

(Feat. [])

Money don't hide from the gangsters

Pussy don't hide from the gangsters

Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters

No switching sides for the gangsters

No switching sides for the gangsters

No switching sides for the gangsters

Let's raise a glass to the gangsters

Benzes gon' crash for the gangsters (Yeah)

Went from the trap to the mansion (Yeah)

Don't come too close, I get anxious (Yeah)

Bitches gon' clap for the gangsters

Hermés is Gap for the gangsters (Oh)

She spun the pole like an angel

I fell in love with a dancer (Oh)

She held my gun, it's romantic (Oh)

This life, ain't no second chances (Oh)

Cuttin' off parts of the cancers

We need a plaque for the gangsters

It's tit for tat for a G.O.A.T. like me, okay

I've been runnin' through the streets like this all day

In a four-wheeler, crazy

Baby, two-wheels, I ride it

Money don't hide from the gangsters

Pussy don't hide from the gangsters

Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters

No switching sides for the gangsters

No switching sides for the gangsters

No switching sides for the—

FESTIVAL SEASON

Woah, woah

The pussy got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk

I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from

Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had

My niggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad

A million in his stash, the money in his bag

She never had a big dick nigga, she on my lap

I throw some money in the air, please do not count

That's light bill money for a rich nigga house

Like I'm racist, I like a white bitch for some head

I'm racist, I need a black bitch for some ass

I'm racist, I need Asian bitch for the math

I'm racist 'cause I don't see no color when you bad

Abrasive 'cause I'ma send them niggas there to crash

The plaintiff, but how 'bout to talk through the mask?

Complacent, you lazy and runnin' up a tab

You brazy, this robbery just some more shit that I had

You basic, but maybe I buy a bitch a bag

I'm spiteful, I'm 'bout to fuck her friend to make her mad

I'm spiteful, I might just fuck his bitch then shake his hand

I'm cravin' the same twin sisters that I had (Woo)

Woah, woah

The pussy got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk

I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from

Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had

My niggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad

A million in his stash, the money in his bag

She never had a big dick nigga, she on my lap

I throw some money in the air, please do not count

That's light bill money for a rich nigga house

When this motherfucker drops

You forget everything you knew before

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