Lyrics:
these songs
He hate you niggas and shit i can condone
We seen it all
I’m from the gutta
You watch ya brother cause niggas is broads
We seen it all
Gettin
have mastered
E1.No shit
J1.Actually yes shit
E1.Don't you get smart with me
J1.You did it first
J1.Now where was I oh yeah shit is flying in the sky
C.
goat
Yeah yeah going for goat
I think I lost my mind where'd it go
Lost that bitch up by oriens belt
Niggas threw shots
But it only some left welts
I
You know this shit forever you the one I want to stay with
You the best I ever had got me singing on some drake shit
All them other hoes basic
Put that
daily
I sip my coffee with Baileys
I put the spirits in Keurigs
Bitches been calling me toxic, I don’t give a fuck
I feed bitches some chocolate
Too fly
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel
back, get forward, get raised, get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot
time (yeah)
Mama you wine fine (C3 sweetheart)
Mama you, mama you
Mama, mama you wine fine (Gutta, Trey)
We need some quiet time (yeah)
Mama you
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
Fly like
Blaize I hate you
Fly like Takeoff
You just spinoff
My dick get off
My dick get off
This shit lit like bic, bitch we on
This shit lit like bic, bitch
(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!
Fly to LA
For some pictures
Then come and try me
"Step up yo game nigga
You need to get behind me"
Get
Get
Get
Getting to pick up
Having
in a nice mood. I see some nice ladies, I see some nice dudes. It's a nice location with a nice view. It's a nice day and I'm in a nice mood.""
J
he all in my business be the main niggas
Forever gutta real gutta shit fuck who aint wit us
Wish I could wear all this shit at once but I cant nigga
it to my face
Cause I'm a gutta bitch, I do it like no other bitch
Bitches wanna trip but lately, I been on some other shit
Gotta chase a bag fuck,
the club
Will they smoke some bud wit' us? Good girls like thug, niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol
IM JUST TRYNA TAKE OFF AND BLOW A BAG ON BAE.,
GOING DUMMY WITH SOME GUMMIES IN MY TUMMY MARY J,
Who da hell is dat guy Guy Really think He day
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
Back into go mode back in the go go’s
That fly shit I've been on
That fly shit I've been on come on
Meet the one and only
(Me) , yeah homie, I'm
casser l'harmonie
Fuck l'église cathodique telle est ma vision du shit
Qui veut t'gaver en mots pendant qu'eux calculent en chiffres
J'fais pas confiance
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