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GANGSTA BOO - MASK 2 MY FACE
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gangsta Boo
Gangsta Boo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Mitchell
L. Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

I can't believe I'm up in dis joint wit Gangsta Boo, I'm so high Boogaloo, I'm so high, Purple Purple Oh man, I'm so high Good shit Gangsta Boo The Juice always blown out on dat fire shit I'm gettin high den a motherfucker Damn Some dumb boys be killin' me Actin' like dey boom me pounds I be lookin' for the fires We will not come in ya town Gangsta Boo the scandalous That bitch so freaky when she high Oops I ain't go lie, bump and smoke until the day I die Ridin' in the Chevy and you know I'm smokin ink mayne Got the bongs mayne Limo tinted for you hataz mayne Crusin' through my hood I'm hot as fuck, my life is on suspension I don't give a fuck I'm constantly gotta smoke one bitch As I come up on the spot to eat and sleep and do it all again Gangsta at it again, clean as fuck I'm rollin twenty-twens Call my nigga dank to see if he know where some hydro at When I go get dank I got the glock nine and a vest Rollin through the projects lookin for dat nigga wit dat dope Fiendin' like a junkie thinkin' "damn a playa gotta smoke" Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes Shit dis habit of mine Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) So I got dis ghetty green Look here nigga I'm a star 'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar I don't smoke on seeds but not to dis the ones unfortunate If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death All my niggas on dat good dope, if you high just clap yo hands All my niggas on dat good dope, if you high just clap yo hands Take a trip to Amsterdam Smoke a blunt wit lady man Always chiefin' gotta wake up wit a blunt up in my hand It be funny how you dig Cuz you got green and me and you be friends If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real I don't give a fuck about a beg or tryin' to smoke my weed If you got some money you need to put half on dis fuckin green Don't play wit the muthafuckin funky don't play Smokin' on some hay Once again hid in the black Hay (haven) Actin like you ballin when you only sellin nicks and dimes Shit dis habit of mine Got me clickin when I'm on the ground Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high Eye balls is like red as hell these bitches better recognize Mask to my fuckin' face I'm fiendin' to increase my high (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit) (Fuckin', fuckin' ink conservin', that's the shit, that's the shit)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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