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Bryant Myers – Gan-Ga (Uptown Remix) Lyrics

Gan-Ga (Uptown Remix) By Bryant Myers

Ganga
Montana
Lanalizer got the fire
Ganga
You know what it is when you hear that
Prada (Haan)
Rrr-ra
A’ight

Montana still up in the field (A’ight)
Shorty tip-toin’ on her heels (A’ight)
Got the big mansion on the hills (A’ight)
No education

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ AR y lo’ AK (AK; prr)
Seteciento’ en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’; trata’)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan (Prr-ra; haan)
Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ AR y lo’ AK (AK; Upph)
Seteciento’ en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Hmm; yeah)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan (Swish; they call me Young Wepa), yeah

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Know my time is frío, doin’ merengue
Shinin’ like Neal, bald head (Woo)
I been ballin’ like Paul Pierce (Swish), took the money then I’m all ears
When I shoot, always agua (Agua)
Montana with the matas, no cap, drive top
Servin’ cold, without the cooler
Fanta rose when I roll up
24 carat gold, lights, camera, action, pose (Pose)
Aspers, not the Poconos (No)
Servin’ bungows in the bungalows (Bungalows)
AP dipped in rose gold (Rose gold)
Half a ticket what the show cost (Montana, hey)

AP rose (Rose), my neck froze (Wuh)
Par de hoes (Yeah), p----, clothes (Woh)
Versa, Dolce (Yeah), Ferra, Porsche (Wuh)
Moñas crunch (Gring)

I heard these n----- out here lookin’ for me
Don’t let them n----- catch you out here on E
My shootas carry hollow tips that’s OD
And when this hit don’t run and tell the police (Don’t you run and tell the police)
I been on the low, low
Killas they on gold, gold
N----- always talkin’, why you puttin’ on a show for? (Show for)
Money comin’ wrapped, but we ain’t worried ’bout no popo
We can’t raid them sticks and bounce around like it’s a pogo (Like a pogo)
Kicks on my door low, ask me on the low go
Do this s--- for Smiley, it’s like everything for bro, bro (Everything for bro, bro)
Sour got me dumb hot
Run up you a dumb guy
When a n---- upright in the street and let the sun drop
Bruh this n---- lung frost
Snitch and we gon’ kill you (Kill you, uh)
Actin’ like you with it, don’t forget I know the real you (I know the real you)
B------ on my body tryna give me mozzy
Addicted to this lifestyle, now this s--- a hobby

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ AR y lo’ AK (AK; prr)
Seteciento’ en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’; trata’)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan, yeah (Prr-ra; eh-eh)
Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ AR y lo’ AK (AK)
Seteciento’ en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’; ah)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan, yeah

Bry-Bry-Bry-Bry-Bryant My-
Bryant Myers
This is the remix
Dímelo, French
Dímelo, Lil Tjay
What’s poppin’?
Millo Gang Music
Richie Rich
Cromo “La X”