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Al Isler - Chain Gang Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

[Chorus]
Hahahahaha, I done broke too many bitches' heart
I done lied too many times, bae, sorry
Committed too many fuckin' sins, put holes in many fuckin' Benz
You got a homegirl traveling with you? I got a friend could fuck your friend
Nigga play with my cameraman, I'ma blam a man, that's on my baby
I'm a million-dollar nigga, two-hundred-and-fifty, that shit crazy
Puttin' all that trap up in your rap, puttin' all that cap up in your rap
I see you face to face, get slapped, lil' bloody boy up on his map

[Verse]
Hahahahaha, nigga, fuck you and your gang
I got brothers who got stains'll stab shit up in the chain gang
A nigga got his noodle knocked and they keep Anti for to blame
I heard that boy signed for a hundred, spend that on a tennis chain
They say do Lil Anti bang? But if I did, it's Menace Gang
They say Anti never slang his fye, come push up on me, man
Keep that pole likе Peter Pan, I can't wait to delеte a man
Shot the fuck-boy with a skateboard and left blood all on his Vans
Hahaha, I'm fuckin' evil, boy
The devil took my soul a long time ago, what I'm prayin' for?
All these niggas know that I'm a monster
Anti swang that chopper (Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Steak all on my plate and rice, on God, I don't eat no lobster
[Chorus]
Hahahahaha, I done broke too many bitches' heart
I done lied too many times, bae, sorry
Committed too many fuckin' sins, put holes in many fuckin' Benz
You got a homegirl traveling with you? I got a friend could fuck your friend
Nigga play with my cameraman, I'ma blam a man, that's on my baby
I'm a million-dollar nigga, two-hundred-and-fifty, that shit crazy
Puttin' all that trap up in your rap, puttin' all that cap up in your rap
I see you face to face, get slapped, lil' bloody boy up on his map