TuneGang in the bitch
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch aye
Make me lose my f*cking temper hit the nerve switch
Pulling up parking so damn reckless we on the curb with it
Before he let off one he strike a f*cking pose with it
She say I'm skating on thin ice but I ain't even dent it
Exotic smokes authentic & them get lower digits
She think he in the band the way he flip that f*cking switchy
Designer week the fit
Shipments by the fleet
Pussy ass nigga geeks trynna f*cking beef with me
Don't gotta say I'm from the street if you know about me
Pussy niggas probably make a f*cking a song about me
Need a bitch who gone do it with her own money
In grammar school was probably was bummy but I'll make shit bloody
He my security
I'm his security
So we both gone bust it
I make her laugh like I'm Chris Tucker
Designer fits for nothing
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Feeling lovely
Drink muddy
Still having real discussions
He said I'm lucky
Pussy shot up in the air for nothing
Disrespect we wipe em down for everything he think touching
Magic man I turn shit to gold every time I touch it
I'm top shelf & so you low budget
Hand me the rock
Cuz I'm the clutches
I'm the king you niggas nothing
You ain't tough hitting no woman
Think you balling in the field
Till Members make em fumble
I went up & I wasn't humble
Throwing shots this ain't no rumble
I can make it f*cking thunder
I'm trying say I came from under
Had to learn words don't mean nothing
But TG17 my brothers
They a pull up make em stutter
AA call man that mean nothing
Half the times them niggas bluffing
We the real it ain't discussing
Still a beat shit like a bucket
I hit the wood & got concussion
Fast car so imma flush it
Imma block her if she fronting
Imma made my label something
Put us out & we won't crumble
We gone rule the f*cking jungle nigga
Gang one seven
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TG Rece - Gimme That Lyrics
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TuneGang in the bitch
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch aye
Make me lose my f*cking temper hit the nerve switch
Pulling up parking so damn reckless we on the curb with it
Before he let off one he strike a f*cking pose with it
She say I'm skating on thin ice but I ain't even dent it
Exotic smokes authentic & them get lower digits
She think he in the band the way he flip that f*cking switchy
Designer week the fit
Shipments by the fleet
Pussy ass nigga geeks trynna f*cking beef with me
Don't gotta say I'm from the street if you know about me
Pussy niggas probably make a f*cking a song about me
Need a bitch who gone do it with her own money
In grammar school was probably was bummy but I'll make shit bloody
He my security
I'm his security
So we both gone bust it
I make her laugh like I'm Chris Tucker
Designer fits for nothing
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Feeling lovely
Drink muddy
Still having real discussions
He said I'm lucky
Pussy shot up in the air for nothing
Disrespect we wipe em down for everything he think touching
Magic man I turn shit to gold every time I touch it
I'm top shelf & so you low budget
Hand me the rock
Cuz I'm the clutches
I'm the king you niggas nothing
You ain't tough hitting no woman
Think you balling in the field
Till Members make em fumble
I went up & I wasn't humble
Throwing shots this ain't no rumble
I can make it f*cking thunder
I'm trying say I came from under
Had to learn words don't mean nothing
But TG17 my brothers
They a pull up make em stutter
AA call man that mean nothing
Half the times them niggas bluffing
We the real it ain't discussing
Still a beat shit like a bucket
I hit the wood & got concussion
Fast car so imma flush it
Imma block her if she fronting
Imma made my label something
Put us out & we won't crumble
We gone rule the f*cking jungle nigga
Gang one seven
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch
Aye aye
TuneGang in the bitch aye
Make me lose my f*cking temper hit the nerve switch
Pulling up parking so damn reckless we on the curb with it
Before he let off one he strike a f*cking pose with it
She say I'm skating on thin ice but I ain't even dent it
Exotic smokes authentic & them get lower digits
She think he in the band the way he flip that f*cking switchy
Designer week the fit
Shipments by the fleet
Pussy ass nigga geeks trynna f*cking beef with me
Don't gotta say I'm from the street if you know about me
Pussy niggas probably make a f*cking a song about me
Need a bitch who gone do it with her own money
In grammar school was probably was bummy but I'll make shit bloody
He my security
I'm his security
So we both gone bust it
I make her laugh like I'm Chris Tucker
Designer fits for nothing
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Baby asked why I drugs I like the feeling of em
Feeling lovely
Drink muddy
Still having real discussions
He said I'm lucky
Pussy shot up in the air for nothing
Disrespect we wipe em down for everything he think touching
Magic man I turn shit to gold every time I touch it
I'm top shelf & so you low budget
Hand me the rock
Cuz I'm the clutches
I'm the king you niggas nothing
You ain't tough hitting no woman
Think you balling in the field
Till Members make em fumble
I went up & I wasn't humble
Throwing shots this ain't no rumble
I can make it f*cking thunder
I'm trying say I came from under
Had to learn words don't mean nothing
But TG17 my brothers
They a pull up make em stutter
AA call man that mean nothing
Half the times them niggas bluffing
We the real it ain't discussing
Still a beat shit like a bucket
I hit the wood & got concussion
Fast car so imma flush it
Imma block her if she fronting
Imma made my label something
Put us out & we won't crumble
We gone rule the f*cking jungle nigga
Gang one seven
Writer: Tyrece Barnes
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