Juvenile That Gangsta Shit Lyrics

Southern Smoke

That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
I can drop a stack and think nothing of it
Southern Smoke
That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
We balling bitch
Fuck er budget

Im not a nigger to sit down on my stand-up
I pull up in this bitch, a hundred Gs on the hand truck
These niggers think they got it figured
Aint got no answer
I wont pay em no mind
Im trying to get me a dancer
I got a mouth full of gum
I do this cause Im on
Bitches dont even need a strap, you should have a baton
Im up in here and Im on
Im living like my song
Shorty, grab your mom
She say she like that I pulled on
Im spending liquor on my purple label linen pants
Its just poetic man
We working at whats in the plans
Niggers these fans
They hate to say that Im the man
They say I wish it would
I wish I could
I think I can

That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
I can drop a stack and think nothing of it
That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
We balling bitch
Fuck er budget

One thousand, two thousand
Keep counting, keep counting
Three thousand, five thousand
Keep counting, keep counting
Ten thousand, twenty thousand
We bouncing, bouncing
Thirty thousand, fifty thousand
See mountains yea
Yea Im BMS-ing (F it)
Throwing money fast
Take out a couple hundreds
Wipe my ass
Yea yea Im too live
Nasty as I wanna be
You you are too dry
Clown youre a wanna be
Being papered up
Brings many problems
They say lifes a bitch
But so is my baby mama
Paper drama, then its drama time
Im the omie eating nigger, Ramadan

That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
I can drop a stack and think nothing of it
That gangsta shit
You gotta love it
We balling bitch
Fuck er budge

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