This is a song about "The gangster"

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Im not a gangster, but i won't hesitate to let the luger clap bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Hopefully the next album can help me out

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

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