Non ne m'en veux pas, fallait passer le cap Réfugiée dans les bras d'un gangster Tu m'as tuée dans les bas d'un gangster, ouais Tu m'as tuée, tuée Tu m'as fait du mal, je t'ai pardonné J'essaie d'oublier mais sans fin J'essaie d'oublier mais en vain Sur

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if

Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin' the scene With the gangster lean, oh, oh, oh Though you may not drive a big big Cadillac Gangster whitewalls, TV antenna in the back You may not have a car at all But just remember brothers and sisters You can

To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maleantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Lo' gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Pero ahora estoy

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

Suena el bajo Suena el bajo, pa La que conmigo es a fuego Loca con el rebuleo Mi gata gangster, sin miedo Y campea por lo de ella porque sabe que la velo (Los Homerunners) (Don, Don!)

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

Ain't nobody gonna love you like I do Ain't nobody gonna ever love you I'm looking for a love gangster Someone to be my master I'm looking for a grave maker A lady killer soul shaker It's not that I wanna die Dying's a slow way to live

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Can you save my heavy dirty soul? Can you save Can you save my For me, for me, oh Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Can you save my, save my