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Gangster (feat. Rocky Rivera & Bambu) Video (MV)






Direwulf - Gangster (feat. Rocky Rivera & Bambu) Lyrics




[ Featuring Perk Pietrek, Good Luck Chuck ]

G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)

My feminine wiles ready to set up a trap
Men are so predictable especially when a lady can rap
I, deceptively corner him into an alley and pull out my .45
A wink and a smile, he startin' to cry
I blow him a kiss goodbye

And by the grace of all that's holy
F*ck out my face you phony
Don't let my ideology get the best of you, homie
You can catch it direct all that peace shit I rep
Go flyin' out the window,
You shoulda took off when you heard the click
Clack Boom
Off with their heads, ff$ with their heads!
It's the Queen of Hearts and with your blood
I'm painting the roses red
It's a dog-eat-dog
Every man for themself, who got my back?
When the animals attack, what's the haps?
It's a wrap

That's how you know that the pistol holder's in the venue
I just spray the f*ckin' room cause I got baby laundry get to
Cannibal tattoos where actual cannibals reside
Pigs roasted, island-style, and we might bury you alive

It go
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)

I'm a fighter for freedom
Maker, dying to meet her
Beautiful mind, love for the pain
Like I was#Frida, outta pocket like pita#
Scandalous señorita in a pancho rappin'
You salty like margarita
I'm a killer for hire
Aim and I'm spittin' bullets#
Itchy palms, I scratch
And trigger fingers, I pull it
I'm more than just an assassin
I'm plotting on politicians
Leaving em in the gutter
Goodbye, good f*cking riddance

A retired freedom "ghterI'm such a liar
I ain't leavin' til' every juvenile prison on "re
Gasoline strike a match, get that pig o$ my back
Like Bobby Hutton come back to life every time I rap
All you talkin' is trap, cookin' and baggin' crack
I know that for a fact Rocky seen more jail than you rats
Now I sit in your class and tell your teacher to sit down
Cross your hands in your lap and don't you make a f*ckin' sound
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G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)

My feminine wiles ready to set up a trap
Men are so predictable especially when a lady can rap
I, deceptively corner him into an alley and pull out my .45
A wink and a smile, he startin' to cry
I blow him a kiss goodbye

And by the grace of all that's holy
F*ck out my face you phony
Don't let my ideology get the best of you, homie
You can catch it direct all that peace shit I rep
Go flyin' out the window,
You shoulda took off when you heard the click
Clack Boom
Off with their heads, ff$ with their heads!
It's the Queen of Hearts and with your blood
I'm painting the roses red
It's a dog-eat-dog
Every man for themself, who got my back?
When the animals attack, what's the haps?
It's a wrap

That's how you know that the pistol holder's in the venue
I just spray the f*ckin' room cause I got baby laundry get to
Cannibal tattoos where actual cannibals reside
Pigs roasted, island-style, and we might bury you alive

It go
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)
G-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
(love it)

I'm a fighter for freedom
Maker, dying to meet her
Beautiful mind, love for the pain
Like I was#Frida, outta pocket like pita#
Scandalous señorita in a pancho rappin'
You salty like margarita
I'm a killer for hire
Aim and I'm spittin' bullets#
Itchy palms, I scratch
And trigger fingers, I pull it
I'm more than just an assassin
I'm plotting on politicians
Leaving em in the gutter
Goodbye, good f*cking riddance

A retired freedom "ghterI'm such a liar
I ain't leavin' til' every juvenile prison on "re
Gasoline strike a match, get that pig o$ my back
Like Bobby Hutton come back to life every time I rap
All you talkin' is trap, cookin' and baggin' crack
I know that for a fact Rocky seen more jail than you rats
Now I sit in your class and tell your teacher to sit down
Cross your hands in your lap and don't you make a f*ckin' sound
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Writer: Alfredo Rosado-Morales, Blasini Juan Karlos Bauza, Christian Adorno, David Sanchez-Badillo, Edwin Rosa Vazquez, Jonathan Resto Quinones, Jose Alberto Torres-Abreu, Jose F Rivera, Michael Anthony Torres Monge, Neftali Alvarez
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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