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WHITE GANGSTER - TNT
SELEGNA RECORDS | [SEL005]

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*queue soft spoken sensual female radio vox*

We're back with the sublime, magnificent sound that you've come to expect from us. The enchanting soundscapes entangled within luscious chord progressions to sculpt a delicate story around the smooth velutinous beats it rides upon. Indulge yourself into the world of...

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ NEINNNNnnNNnNNnnNNnnN ffs stfu

After White Gangster sent “TNT” a couple of months ago, the appropriately titled track left our inbox annihilated. We’re still recovering of it. This motherfucker appeared on a big ass tank, with a sigar in his mouth, sippin vodka straight out the bottle, laughing hysterically on some anime villain type of shit, all while carelessly shooting his AK-47 in the air. He doesn’t give a single fuck about what you or your fucking grandpa are listening to. Which makes us think. What does White Gangster make? We think whatever White Gangster makes becomes White Gangster;

"Oh you make Trap? Guess what, Trap just became my bitch.”
“Oh word, you make Reggeton? I'll make that my bitch too.”
“Damn for real, you make Baile Funk? Shit I hate to break it to you, but that bitch is mine too."

He destroyed everything in its path in this little town called EDM. What's EDM anyway? Wasn't it called White Gangster? He ponders while simultaneously starting the perreo with your girl on the tank. Can you believe that shit bro, they on the motherfucking tank. Right in front of your face. Damn bro, he’s such a savage.

Frequently collaborating, his sound completely takes over whatever the rest of the lineup is doing. Or as a Donald Bucks member causing anxiety attacks to the champagne poppin crowd over at the tables.

Man this shit doesn’t even need introduction. Matter of fact, why fuck around writing all this shit when 3 words suffice.

“new track bro”

Poof. There goes the neighborhood.