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Gang, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Nasty
Length: 3:13
Written by: Cliffy Taylor




Big Nasty - Gang, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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He catch dis right hook like Mohamed Ali
Bitch i float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
And i f*ck these niggas up call me tay Keith
Glock his to mouth now he missin his teeth
Say you want smoke you get put on a tee
Fw wit da gang bitch we shoot like kyrie
I steal yo bitch let me f*ck for da free
Bitch its BigNasty im all about money
F*ck all the goofy shit bitch u not funny
7.62 make nigga nose runny
Bad bitch wanna hop on my dick like a bunny
Yeah im up next
You broke and im gettin checks
You got 20 dollars in ones trynna flex
I call up X tell em send you to heaven
His brovah want smoke so i spin em wit deven
We just gonna say that he fell
Dont tell
He look like a op i call on Jibril
Bow bow
Bitch hold dis L
Sit tf down fore i call on lionel
Me and my brovahs like kennen and kel
Yeah
Where my boy monte
You gotta spanish bitch he tell em andale
I bet you no other rapper can beat dis
Me and kay hear you
You like to sneak diss
Kay gon backdoor wit a glock and a beema
Cant go alone gotta call on karina
Feds trynna press me
"Hey i never seen her "
We at a party we poppin them bottles
Can't find yo bitch man she prolly wit ronald
I call up glocka
He call up servin
Tell em to handle dis boy he a burrden
See money reek at da mall bitch we splurgin
Bitch wit da tight pussy she a virgin
Bop made me nut in her mouth think she learnin
These niggas be actin like bitches
And bitches be actin like niggas its twisted
And that nigga bitchin
We go onna mission
And i pass the stick off to quinton
Slutty boy melvin
He shoot at cho melon
We always 10 toes we aint tellin
Sae wit da work (hey sae)
He get yo girl make that bitch wanna twerk
Jennette gotta fatty
She luh call me daddy
I always win so i say call me waddy
Hit from that back now she barley can stand me
Swallow my nut and she say its like candy
I wan hit a lick wit sadiq and malik
These 223 bullets they hit you You tweak
Lotenna shoot at you and put you to sleep
Me and quadir make em block off yo street
We get ina shootout boy you is a fool
"My friend are u crazy"
I call on abdul
He call on quin and uk we gon win
Shoot him and his brovahs now i call em twins
That lil bitch thought she was slicker
Bitch why is u staring come take you a picture
I take yo bitch i was bored
Give her right back that lil bitch is a spitter
That lil bitch is a spitter i might gotta rotate and f*ck on her sister
She let me in the house it was freezing
Ask her wassup wit da bop she was cheesing
We up in her room like a meeting
Dick i her guts now that bitch is weezing
These niggas be hatin dont wan see us win
Nigga BigNasty up next where u been
They goin hollywood yeah ight
Heard they new tape it was eh ight
They fallin off
They back on the bleachers
Now They trynna hit up my phone trynna beg for a feature
And these bitches 50 know what they about
Cant tell em shit get to runnin they mouth
Talk all that shit and den come in yo house
Im not fallin for it bitch see yo self out
Mmm i still f*cked first
That nigga been talkin shit for a while
I find his addy then backdoor wit myles
Call up on justin 45 in his pocket
He whip his dick out and tell yo bitch
Bop it
He try to work me that nigga not leavin
Call up on steven now we gettin even
His men like sherlock they trynna find clues
Wait they said they spinin who
Aye juan wya bro?
"Im on my way we bout to go get they ass"
That lil boy cryin i call up on bryan
Call up on chris and that nigga get pissed
Isaiah pull up with the ar-15
Jankybee too they gon shoot at cho team
He on the ground and his body go stiff
Oh shit its his birthday
Bitch make a wish
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He catch dis right hook like Mohamed Ali
Bitch i float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
And i f*ck these niggas up call me tay Keith
Glock his to mouth now he missin his teeth
Say you want smoke you get put on a tee
Fw wit da gang bitch we shoot like kyrie
I steal yo bitch let me f*ck for da free
Bitch its BigNasty im all about money
F*ck all the goofy shit bitch u not funny
7.62 make nigga nose runny
Bad bitch wanna hop on my dick like a bunny
Yeah im up next
You broke and im gettin checks
You got 20 dollars in ones trynna flex
I call up X tell em send you to heaven
His brovah want smoke so i spin em wit deven
We just gonna say that he fell
Dont tell
He look like a op i call on Jibril
Bow bow
Bitch hold dis L
Sit tf down fore i call on lionel
Me and my brovahs like kennen and kel
Yeah
Where my boy monte
You gotta spanish bitch he tell em andale
I bet you no other rapper can beat dis
Me and kay hear you
You like to sneak diss
Kay gon backdoor wit a glock and a beema
Cant go alone gotta call on karina
Feds trynna press me
"Hey i never seen her "
We at a party we poppin them bottles
Can't find yo bitch man she prolly wit ronald
I call up glocka
He call up servin
Tell em to handle dis boy he a burrden
See money reek at da mall bitch we splurgin
Bitch wit da tight pussy she a virgin
Bop made me nut in her mouth think she learnin
These niggas be actin like bitches
And bitches be actin like niggas its twisted
And that nigga bitchin
We go onna mission
And i pass the stick off to quinton
Slutty boy melvin
He shoot at cho melon
We always 10 toes we aint tellin
Sae wit da work (hey sae)
He get yo girl make that bitch wanna twerk
Jennette gotta fatty
She luh call me daddy
I always win so i say call me waddy
Hit from that back now she barley can stand me
Swallow my nut and she say its like candy
I wan hit a lick wit sadiq and malik
These 223 bullets they hit you You tweak
Lotenna shoot at you and put you to sleep
Me and quadir make em block off yo street
We get ina shootout boy you is a fool
"My friend are u crazy"
I call on abdul
He call on quin and uk we gon win
Shoot him and his brovahs now i call em twins
That lil bitch thought she was slicker
Bitch why is u staring come take you a picture
I take yo bitch i was bored
Give her right back that lil bitch is a spitter
That lil bitch is a spitter i might gotta rotate and f*ck on her sister
She let me in the house it was freezing
Ask her wassup wit da bop she was cheesing
We up in her room like a meeting
Dick i her guts now that bitch is weezing
These niggas be hatin dont wan see us win
Nigga BigNasty up next where u been
They goin hollywood yeah ight
Heard they new tape it was eh ight
They fallin off
They back on the bleachers
Now They trynna hit up my phone trynna beg for a feature
And these bitches 50 know what they about
Cant tell em shit get to runnin they mouth
Talk all that shit and den come in yo house
Im not fallin for it bitch see yo self out
Mmm i still f*cked first
That nigga been talkin shit for a while
I find his addy then backdoor wit myles
Call up on justin 45 in his pocket
He whip his dick out and tell yo bitch
Bop it
He try to work me that nigga not leavin
Call up on steven now we gettin even
His men like sherlock they trynna find clues
Wait they said they spinin who
Aye juan wya bro?
"Im on my way we bout to go get they ass"
That lil boy cryin i call up on bryan
Call up on chris and that nigga get pissed
Isaiah pull up with the ar-15
Jankybee too they gon shoot at cho team
He on the ground and his body go stiff
Oh shit its his birthday
Bitch make a wish
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Writer: Cliffy Taylor
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