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Lyrics:
[Matter ov Fact]
Somehow a Ganga stays merry
Proving naysayers wrong while he’s eating naseberry
Make them want to glaze heavy
From a prayer that was written in his stationary
Cause they know we’ve been through it
It’s G Pack, the ghastliest to ever do it
Known to make a stiff nervous
E pass in every neighborhood like Cliff Curtis
And they despise that
Even when he’s sidetracked
Never caught up in the fly trap
Yelling “hi Matt”, Shorty’s missing a thigh gap
Took a flick with the Nudify app
To document what she’s seeing
A Ganga doing a task that’s Herculean
It’s not a threat, it’s a promise
Make a whole believer from a doubting Thomas
[Chorus]
Yeah, she felt the cloak and love that silk
Said The Doppelgangaz of that ilk
Never crying over milk in a jug that’s spilt
Nah, you know they’re of that ilk
Yeah, yo MoF, he’s of that ilk
You know MoF is of that ilk
Yeah, yo cousin E, he’s of that ilk
You know cousin E is of that ilk
[EP]
Both Gangaz of that ilk
Mix the Pepsi with milk
Recipe for Pilk
The rest be the filth
Efficacy is nil
Stepping to we? Chill
Fits the bill cause he’s with the shits
Witness it, only washing the pits and bits
Fish and grits, spritz with the citrus hits
Legit, everything he spits? The tits
So he could never act phony
Denied his homey’s girl when she tried to ride the bologna pony
A true bona fide crony
Some of your guys you confide in should be supplied Tony’s
An “L” is what he’s handing foes
Cams pan the rows, end the jam with a standing-O
All you shams should know
Gangaz only plans to expand and grow and its goes
[Chorus]
Yeah, she felt the cloak and love that silk
Said The Doppelgangaz of that ilk
Never crying over milk in a jug that’s spilt
Nah, you know they’re of that ilk
Yeah, yo MoF, he’s of that ilk
You know MoF is of that ilk
Yeah, yo cousin E, he’s of that ilk
You know cousin E is of that ilk
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Lyrics:
Cats back home hating saying shit to be saying shit
Paperless, I’m in Miami in the mall like an alien
With illegal aliens Brazilians Panamanians
You don’t got a dime bitch in ya radius gotta question ya waviness
Take up a new hobby nah you probably wasn’t made for this
Crucify you on the vinyl catch a body on the laser disc
Fly ya head on the cassette my rep solid no holes in mine
If the shows isn’t popping the stove is fine if I’m so inclined
Regardless I’m doing overtime barely sleep to get a stack
Moving around the map so much I wake up forgetting where I’m at
Drop a slab it’s ingles sin barreras mixed with pantera
Went from Peter Pan to panemera pocket on Panera
He the one you should beware of in the booth with pair of
Parakeets any parody we really introduce u to cherubs
To the crew u like food out a few in ya ear buds
Talking bout shooting a fair one
My shit could burn through the plastic twice
Unmatched, why trap it for the asking price
Did damage god could ban us from the afterlife
Package like you could die faster if u asking right
…so real we oughta tax it twice
No frills ya shit lacking you took bad advice
Top of the hill looking down like I mastered life
Got it cracking like coke in a glass with ice
It’s all love I been eating I came from government cheese
I do nothing egregious I keep the flooding the pieces
They keep typing shit salty i stay paid on a plane
You could cash app me now I hit ya tape with the flames
You could hit up Christine then I could get u some streams
I might know someone who know someone could get you key
Paid most my dues, and the shit wasn’t cheap
Don’t talk to me rude, make ya fitted miskeen
Mistoleen and me clean on the bracelets I can’t shake it off
Paper long the plate he lacing u with filet mignon
I played the swamp, came out floral in full bloom
Had to sweat over a stove at first holding a wooden spoon
Bon app the teeth on em, Jerry hellers want a piece of him
Unbelivable where was u when no one believed in this
The right ingredients, y’all modified with corn syrup
Turnt my life to heaven on earth though I’m still lord fearing
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