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blutu - gluten freë lyrics

[intro: cayo banks]
(pretti, k!ll yourself) beep

[verse 1: cayo banks]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
what? g+get it, girl, slay, slay, slay, slay, slay
f+ck up your world, f+ck up your world
’cause you my bae, bae, bae, bae
get what you deserve, get what you deserve
can you just please say something?
hey, huh
she look at me right now like, “what you want?”
i look right back at her like, “you wan’ f+ck?”
with my gang+gang, i smoke candy paint and white runtz, mama
knew i was the one like takeoff (rrt)
ain’t none of my brothers ever got they chains took
i got hoes on facebook, ain’t never been on facebook
woo, baby, p+p+ssy boy donе got his stick took
with a bad ho thing, she put on some blazer
man, it’s hard to find somе hoes outside with no makeup
and i’m with your ho, she inside countin’ paper
that’s how it goes when you blow
i’m out of control (woo)
keep my guard up, wipe your nose (slatt)
you’re a target, grab my blunt and spark it
flyin’ on this carpet, charged up, no sparky
i don’t need no lightning, n+nah (haha)
[verse 2: blutu, cayo banks]
ho (yeah+yeah), gluten free ho (oh, yeah)
steady uppin’ dogsh+t, you wouldn’t even know
(pretti) huh, b+tch, i’ve been a pit, barkin’ at the hoes
b+tch a two chick quick, n+gga, i’m a pro
huh, huh, yeah, we tote them things, yeah, swing ya pole
she like “baby, don’t stop ’cause i’m gettin’ close”
(pretti) huh, b+tch playin’ games like i’ve got your nose (ah, ah)
huh, brodie hit a stain, told him keep close
huh, i’d probably be rich if i ain’t buy them clothes
huh, i ain’t need no condoms, she’s a freaky girl, huh
(pretti) change my skin to gold, you ain’t even hit sh+t, n+gga, you know, huh
know this sh+t hold my own weight, bet i’d stack that dough
she go super bowl, yeah, i’m f+ckin’ up her dome, huh
know they think i’d hurt shawty, but i’m gentle though (oh yeah)
(pretti) replicas on my toes, it’s margiela [?], huh, yeah (oh yeah)
he still wear 350s, yeah, that n+gga old (yeah, yeah)
huh, and you’re residential, don’t be shy, lil’ bro
yeah, that boof gon’ get you high, but i get higher though, huh
hit her from the side, i’ll get inside though, huh
spills all in the ride, he made her clean it off the floor, huh
why you tellin’ lies? i got two eyes, they on my own
i love atl, but charlotte still gon’ be my home (slatt)
yeah, why b+tch did you block me? b+tch, pick up the phone
don’t ignore the call, you know i hate the ringtone
[outro]
(pretti, k!ll yourself)

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