
Mashing Gangsta Boo
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[Intro]
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper
When ya broke they disgrace you
When you all then they hate ya On my wrist it’s a glacier
Bought that bitch with some paper
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper I be mashin’
I be mashin’, I be mashin’ for that paper
When ya broke they disgrace you
When you all then they hate ya
On my wrist it’s a glacier
Bought that bitch with some paper
[Verse 1:Gangsta Boo]
Mashin’ and I’m killin’ these bitches
Hustle gang truly forgiveness
Witness how I be turnin’ these posture bricks
Main solo, I don’t need no pickin’ shit
I’m mashed out in my drop-top
I got my broad-top on and my bank account on me
Most of you hoes be fallin’ really on me in my business
Tryna act like you my homies
Made, I got it made, later threw the shade
I got 100 ways that I can get payed
They already know, if they wanna see the gangsta
They gon’ have to come up with a whole lotta fuckin’ paper
I read it through the dirt, I buy myself
Fuckin’ with the bosses, why ya fuckin’ with the help?
I’m mashed out with the wrist out
Cuz I been gettin’ money where the knowledge is ?
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper
When ya broke they disgrace you
When you all then they hate ya On my wrist it’s a glacier
Bought that bitch with some paper
I be mashin’, I be mashin’
I be mashin’ for that paper I be mashin’
I be mashin’, I be mashin’ for that paper
When ya broke they disgrace you
When you all then they hate ya
On my wrist it’s a glacier
Bought that bitch with some paper
[Verse 1:Gangsta Boo]
Mashin’ and I’m killin’ these bitches
Hustle gang truly forgiveness
Witness how I be turnin’ these posture bricks
Main solo, I don’t need no pickin’ shit
I’m mashed out in my drop-top
I got my broad-top on and my bank account on me
Most of you hoes be fallin’ really on me in my business
Tryna act like you my homies
Made, I got it made, later threw the shade
I got 100 ways that I can get payed
They already know, if they wanna see the gangsta
They gon’ have to come up with a whole lotta fuckin’ paper
I read it through the dirt, I buy myself
Fuckin’ with the bosses, why ya fuckin’ with the help?
I’m mashed out with the wrist out
Cuz I been gettin’ money where the knowledge is ?
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