Gangster Ass Anthony Lyrics - Murs

[Slug] 

You can't fuck with the felt flow 

All the shit that you talking, don't help you grow 

Mad face can't wait to catch you man made elbow 

You see mee say hello, when I leave say helll no 

I'm not an asshole, I'm a perfectionist 

Travel the globe to have sex with pessemist 

my ? my doctor and my excorsist 

All suggest that we come here to wreck your shit 

It's the treacherous, two plus Ant 

If we can't do it, who the fuck can 

they claim ? slave to the ringtone 

I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring home 

The fistfucking is function in this function 

Enough to justify, shutting down youre production 

Get off the mic.go straight at ya life for 

One of these mc's puts it on youre wife 

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[Murs] 

Your girlfriend got her panties off, once again 

One naughty nasty shit that I done to her friend 

So once again it's on motherfucker 

And you won't do shit, you a bitch so fuck you 

I didn't like myself this morning when I woke up 

So keep talking shit like I won't loc up 

I'm from ? we don't stop 

when the police come, than the heat go poppin' 

Now we stopping, we go in the house 

You can get youre time for just try to show out 

I'm trying to roll out, no doubt 

Comming to take ya ho out 

Popping that junk, young punk what you know about 

Felt 2 me and Slug comming trough 

When we serving these suckers like may I help you 

Supersize when we ride on these busters 

Murs two times with the L motherfucker 

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[Murs] 

Man who the hell are you, trying bark trough 

this is my episode and it don't co-star you 

So shut youre fucking mouth 

if you don't know what you talking about 

Get on youre cellphone, call her, tell him 

Now you running my name to the mud again 

Who I fuck ain't none of youre bussines 

What I lick or suck man mind youre bitchness 

And that's bitchness, not ? 

You ain't proffesional punk, youre a pimp's assistant 

you ride shotgun, I try to whip fool 

Pussy don't drive this car, bitch dick do 

And if I hit you it's a knockout 

You strowed in but I bet ya won't walkout 

0-0-7-3-7-3-5-9-6-3 

That's the code if you wanna fuck with me 

[Slug] 

You want a hit 

Give me a dollar plus a beer and some head 

Yo Ant turn up the snare till my eardrums turn red 

This is for my people waking up and burn in bed 

And this is for my people waking up to earn the rent 

I didn't come start no message 

I paid at the entrance I wasn't on the guestlist 

Had a few beverage than left 

because the rappers, hookers and ? werent to impresive 

Dirty something getting closer to the turkey stuffing 

Thirty husbands victem of a mercy snuffing 

Birdy bugging on the botom line 

But I'm bussing of the wine so everything is fine 

put youre hands in the air, like you happy to have hands 

I'm jump up and down like I'm happy to have fans 

It's all stay away from the pistols and 

On the bigger things, peace to Ricky James