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bktherula – a girl is a gun lyrics

[verse 1]
son that ho out in front of big brother (yeah)
it’s therula, santana, no other (bk)
556 toast you, smothered and covered (slatt)
give no f-cks so we shoot at your mother
you ain’t cupid, ho, i ain’t your lover (ha)
in the bag lethal weapon, danny glover (yeah, yeah)
i slit throat ’cause i like when they suffer
i’m a hunnid, b-tch, i ain’t no bluffer (b-tch)
oh, you totin’? show me what it do (show me what it do)
f&n to your dome, doo-doo-doo
look what santana-na make her do (yeah)
said she love me, b-tch, i know you do (santana-na)
hoes on me and b-tch so is the tool (sh-t)
link with you? hahaha, you a fool
diamonds look like my hunnids, they blue (slatt)
thirty round make a period pool (b-tch)
high as f-ck, i ain’t paranoid (yeah)
brunette ho, i call her cher lloyd (d-mn)
in the back, we totin’ them toys (b-tch)
hit a l!ck, run off on them boys
yeah, reload the clip and you melee
b-tch tried to finesse me and stay late (ha)
that’s the l!ck to the left of the ga-ate
and i don’t wanna fl!ck up, i’m straight (what?)
with the gang, pour the wock in the faygo (uh-huh)
man, get off, told her leggo my eggo
i am k on a n-gga, he k.o. (what?)
high as f-ck, i think i grew a halo (b-tch)
i’m therula, whatever i say so
223 make a ho do the dab, ayo, teo
got a snow in the back sniffin’ yayo (huh)
and that b-tch off the boof, galileo (b-tch)

[chorus]
yeah, your sh-t counterfeit (f-ck)
cd, slap my sh-t (sh-t)
love dg, that’s it
f-ck that ho like shh
b-tch, shut your f-ckin’ lips (f-ck)
hollow, hollow f-ckin’ tips (b-tch)
run that, racks, i’m rich
ayy, run that bag, b-tch (man, f-ck andruuw)

[verse 2]
f-ckin’ on me, i thought i was your lock
how you scared of the trap but flexin’ a glock?
beef with his man, what the f-ck is a rock?
and my time is like money, ain’t wastin’ tick tock (yeah)
you ain’t tm, what you throwin’ that up for?
i said, “let’s play a game,” i be shootin’ the block
b-tch, you ain’t gang, why the f-ck you act tough for?
teach that n-gga a lesson with a rock and a sock (gang)
kaine and tay-k, n-gga, you a house n-gga
what the f-ck you gon’ do if i say, “pull the trigger”?
hatin’ on me ’cause my guala way bigger
oh, your gang a facade? n-gga, i figured
r-r-run that sh-t back, but i ain’t talkin’ turbo
she want me for my racks ’cause that b-tch a gold digger (b-tch)
stop coppin’ airsoft, lil’ ho, save the turtles
put that fire to his face, turn his -ss to a singer, dead

[chorus]
yeah, your sh-t counterfeit (your sh-t, what?)
cd, slap my sh-t (cd, huh)
love dg, that’s it (what?)
f-ck that ho like shh
b-tch, shut your f-ckin’ lips (yeah)
hollow, hollow f-ckin’ tips (yeah)
run that, racks, i’m rich
ayy, run that bag, b-tch (man, f-ck andruuw)

[outro]
run that bag, b-tch
run that, run that bag, b-tch
run that, run that bag, b-tch
r-run that, run that bag, b-tch

- bktherula lyrics

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