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c man of la familia - guapanese lyrics

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(hook)

speaking guapanese, b-tch get off of me. tryna stack this cheese, pop poppin like some grease. (4x)

(c man’s verse)

you see me poppin, b-tches watching, & you copy me. black diamonds, gold chains, & an white tee. you either catch me in some js or some nikes. ima stay fresh to death; from head to feet
these b-tches they stayyyy calling me
but, i don’t need you stalking me
these n-gg-s, they snitching. you know who you be
you not my friend, you not my homie, so don’t talk to me
& this ain’t a diss. 100’s, what i speak. these n-gg-s telling everything but claim they in the streets. drugs got me real gone, can tell it by my speech bet my n-gg-s getting shooting if you reach. 1996, we on a different vibe. tell the bad b-tches and the hoes to slide. all my b-tches dimes and we tottin 9s. let the sh-t go off & hit you 8 time. you’s a p-ssy n-gg-, there goes 7th life. send you up north to the 6 side. you know i’m rolling deep with the 5 guys . & ima do whatever 4 mine. but i’m 3, never 2 high. i could never fold stick to 1 side. you n-gg-s zeros & thats a no lie. n-gg-s been fraud the f-cking whole time. these n-gg-s line dry & ima d-mn slime
you calming that’s your b-tch, but she still mine. you want a half of ticket? make you pay the fine. c man k!lling sh-t, where’s the lifeline?

(hook)

speaking guapanese, b-tch get off of me. tryna stack this cheese, pop poppin like some grease. (4x)



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