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Lil Gucc

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Bitches ain't shit but a headache
That's why I f*ck em good give em heartache
Make em go to church onna Sunday
Ask God forgive her what she did
She knew what it was before I hit

Iont want no squares in my circles
No goofies no urkels
The bubba I'm smokn is purple
Hand me some grubba and papers
Smoky like it came from vapors
You know that I'm faded

Give a f*ck bout a hater
All of my opps instigators
You use to be cool on da low
You was a hater back then
However you was too pussy to show

New phone who dis bitch I'm busy
Iont have no time for no broke bitch pussy
If she got some money in her hair like some earrings
She know what I like
Rub my hair while I'm steering

I just do it like Nike
Told the bum dike
Pull up come fight me
She told me keep it tucked
You already know that I am
You a bitch
F*ck bullets I could up it wit these hands
Lil bitch
Freak hoe
Like to play wit her nose
Snow make her wipin her nose
Running like seasonal colds
Use lingo as codes
All of my niggas speak different lingos

I be cool by myself
Don't need a lil posse
To define who I am
Im wit your bitch on the low
Her body on me
Her ass up and down on my strap
Like yo-yos

I'm passin out loans like they ppp's
I hate to be petty my grudges ain't free
They think that they know me
They reminiscing
We aint the homies
Man we ain't a thing

Hol up
You movin too fast
Bitch slow up
You knew what it was
You knew what it wasn't
What's wit the actin
Man whats wit the switch up
She gave me some head
And she froze up
She fallin in love
Huh what
You fuckin my mood up
Pour me a cup of da casamigos
I can't be your savior
I can't be your hero

Bitches ain't shit but a headache
That's why I f*ck em good give em heartache
Make em go to church onna Sunday
Ask God to forgive her what she did
She knew what it was before I hit

Iont want no squares in my circles
No goofies no urkels
The bubba I'm smokn is purple
Hand me some grubba and papers
Smoky like it came from vapors
You know that I'm faded

Been knew you was jealous
The way that you talk about me is too reckless
Look at the people you hang wit
Man we not the same
You not gang
You not bro
You a mufuckin get wit
Now back to the subject at hand
Tryna touch me like a m i l l i o n bands
Don't play wit me
Play wit your man lil bitch
I'm gettin dough
Big bread and ritz

I told the Lil bitch wait Hol up
Don't tip aroun' keep goin
Unless it's your neck you throwin
Then you can keep goin
Like merri-go rounds
Keep goin and goin
She how I write
I write like a poet
She askin for dates
She askin for Moët
Hol up we just started talkin Lil bitch
I'm the only one whose demandin some shit

Yeah Im givin em attitude
I'm whoopin dey ass
Like what nanna do
Nah I don't do subliminals
I will spazz ova txt
And da social too
Don't txt me in private
Then go wit the public
They dislike my music
But in face they can't show it
They know I'm great
So they hate and can't show it
They know I'm great
So they hate and can't show it

Bitches ain't shit but a headache
That's why I f*ck em good give em heartache
Make em go to church onna Sunday
Ask God to forgive her what she did
She knew what it was before I hit

Iont want no squares in my circles
No goofies no urkels
The bubba I'm smokn is purple
Hand me some grubba and papers
Smoky like it came from vapors
You know that I'm faded

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