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- Lucky Luciano f/ Goldtoes - I'm a Gangsta Lyrics
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- Chorus: Goldtoes
- I'm a playa
- I'm a hustler
- I'm a gangsta making paper
- I'm a rider
- I'm a hustler
- I'm a playa making paper
- I'm a gangsta
- I'm a hustler
- I'm a playa making paper
- I'm a rider
- I'm a gangsta
- I'm a playa making paper
- [Verse 1: Lucky Luciano]
- I've been hustling all week, now I'm ready to spend
- I walk up in the club about 12 AM
- Bitches everywhere, sayin' "There Lucky go"
- I'm a big time player, never loving no hoe
- Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside
- Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night
- Y'all get out of line, and I'm pullin' out a nine
- They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign
- But I'm cold in the game, and you know I'm a star
- Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car
- If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for?
- Boy, I'm 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more
- I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this
- Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches
- I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola
- Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja
- Repeat Chorus
- [Verse 2: Goldtoes]
- It's the Goldtoes
- Kickin' down doors
- In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
- Man, that's fa' sho
- I'm from the 'Sco
- Where they get they pimp on
- And blowing the hydro
- I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky
- In the club, every night
- Poppin' bottles of the bubbly
- What I'm saying is for certain
- All night pervin'
- My name is Goldtoes, and the money's what I'm earnin'
- Repeat Chorus
- [Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
- Yeah, I got a gun
- But that ain't really nothin'
- With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club
- I'm a big bank flipper
- Hustle from a nigga
- Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter
- Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper
- Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle
- Aw, need a mob figure, got richer
- I'm foretellin' y'all how I live my life, nigga
- I put it down for the players and the hustlers
- Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters
- But I stay throwed til the day that I die
- Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high
- Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor
- Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles
- Man, it ain't nothin' to a boss named Lucky
- Everyday, all day, I'm on a grind to make money
- Repeat Chorus
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