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T.Swiggy - Gang (Official Music Video)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Ashthony Corbin
Tyler Ashthony Corbin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
8-Bit
8-Bit
Producer
Rodney Zanette
Rodney Zanette
Producer
Joshua Young
Joshua Young
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah And They Talkin goals Yeah I got a-lot those Got hidden talents that prolly only father know My newer bitch is bag told my older bitch she gotta go If u show a threat disrespect then its adios Rolex Patex begets yeah lotta froze I was never perfect but I practice till I got it tho Money keep me workin I was broke not too long ago Told me just keep waiting just but this patients I ain't got no mo Now I'm feelin rich feelin like a prospect Tried to show then hard work they never get the concept You can catch ballin shot calling my Lebron shit No I couldn't fake it had to make it out the projects We gone make it on the charts We gone to they hearts If you want to reach the stars then the grounds where it starts We really had starve just to see these meals grow Momma workin late every day chasing real dough 3 pair of gloves fingertips still cold They didn't want to show me love Now thats how you feel hoe That transit moving real slow we gone pull them Benz's out Shorties use to ignore they wanna be friends now And They Talkin goals Yeah I got a-lot those Got hidden talents that prolly only father know My newer bitch is bag told my older bitch she gotta go If u show a threat disrespect then its adios Rolex Patex begets yeah lotta froze I was never perfect but I practice till I got it tho Money keep me workin I was broke not too long ago Told me just keep waiting just but this patients I ain't got no mo Started from the bottom you can catch me at the top now Even when its autum we gone still pull them tops down Niggas set up shop now Still fuck the cops now Still run them ops down Yeah that's what I'm talking bout Got a couple Blicky's an I keep em at my Bronem house Bitch nigga please dont make me call bronem out Cuz if I make dat phone call best believe they showing up Henessey the powin up Bez believe throwin up Gang signs an everything Gave this money a weding ring Catch me chasing dreams You can call me martin luther king Floorin the pedal in this whip Put a bezzle on my wrist Ain't no feathers on this fish Man theres level to this shit And They Talkin goals Yeah I got a-lot those Got hidden talents that prolly only father know My newer bitch is bag told my older bitch she gotta go If u show a threat disrespect then its adios Rolex Patex begets yeah lotta froze I was never perfect but I practice till I got it tho Money keep me workin I was broke not too long ago Told me just keep waiting just but this patients I ain't got no mo
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