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Tinchy Stryder - Gangsta Lyrics

Tinchy Stryder – Gangsta Lyrics

Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta’s
Gotta couple sing-a-longs, I’m fucking with some anthems
Getting a Jim Carey on, hollywood actors
I relate to thousands, your fucking with some hundreds
Yeah fuck it then, let me get my rolson on
They play my tracks in daytime, we hear your shit what logos on
Own my own clothin line, record labels cloud nine
Publishing company, and the list goes along
Holdin down my twitterin’, guessin’ ’bout the shows in the town they be visiting
Yup it’ll sickenin’, busy I’m reschedulin’
Meetings with the president, half a mill deals on the table
I really hope you’re listenin (Hold up hold up), really hope you’re listenin
Holdin down my twitterin’, busy reschedulin’
Me I’m havin’ meetings with the president, meetings with the president

(You’ll get your turn, but I’m the daddy) (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
We know you’re not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not
Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta’s
Got a couple sing-a-longs, I’m fucking with some anthems
Getting a jim carey on, hollywood actors
I relate to thousands your fucking with some hundreds
Cause you got a new crew, fuck we gonna follow that
Get a million views on Youtube, then holla back
Postin’ ’bout your new shoes, expensive Gucci’s
Got a ratsack on my back, I can double that
Where we at, sky high we’re levelin’ from babe to what’s the name
Gold plaque hangin’ on my wall, from a million sales
See I’m holdin on to titles, I’m the best seller round here no rivals

(Rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
We know you’re not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not (rah)
Tell them they’re really not (rah)
Show them they’re really not
Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta’s
Gotta couple sing-a-longs, I’m fucking with some anthems
Getting a Jim Carey on, hollywood actors
I relate to thousands, your fucking with some hundreds
Man I drive in mini coups, you’re fuckin with’ some tractors
Tweetin’ at some youngsters, new born hampers
Born with my gift, an’ you’re waitin’ on Santas
Bring your whole ship, to help with my anchors