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dlo mac - g-shit lyrics

:verse dlomac
c0ke in the dishes, c0ke for ya nose
whole top gone but, no amber rose
tools on deck we can get mechanical
and if you square up to my circle we can get trannical
look. ain’t wit the broke sh-t, loc’s wit the hoes
wea da kush be the blunt, and design be the clothes
lotta money in my pocket, and my d-ck is on swoul
for ya b-tches tonsel, hope she like her milk whole
g sh-t it’s the loc, you should already know
from the ceilin’ to da flo. f-ckin’ b-tches down low
i already pulled out what she still moanin’ fo
layed it down so good; think im still on da ho
n-ggas need to stop the frontin’ never been on top of nothin’
keep alot of b-tches c-mmin’ think my d-ck is into somthin’
n-gga think i won’t supflex ya, f-ck ya b-tch i won’t empress her
but for money over dresser’… in the summer weather
to dat p-ssy b-tches know dat im da teminator
but, eat cha own food b-tch im my own waiter
how i got her -ss spreadin’ yall like bayer. (asprin)
she threw dat -ss back like a ball, hot potata
g sh-t. n-ggas like gotta put me on a remix
b-tches wet -ss f-ck hope i dont get sea sick
txted dat -ss and p-ssy like keep this. (loc)
knowin’ me i might f-ck around and tweet this
….g-sh-t….

verse ty
i stay ballin’ thats why my shirt say spaldin’
call them hoes alicia keys cuz they bodies keep fallin’
veli runnin’ shyt but i’mma keep walkin’
hoes love me like t mills because they keep callin’
1 poof and im gone maybe thats why tha b-tch cryin’
lwt ya boy got tha same punchlines
scoopin’ n-gga from tha roof w/ a f-kin’ carbine
make that p-ssy bubble up like sum peroxide
all i got is animals you can call me a farmer
can i get a refill mcdonald’s cup or elle varner
all i shoot is sh-lls f-k a muhf-kin’ archer
all my n-ggas cutin shyt like a muhf-kin’ barber
put it in tha b-tch and thats when she started screamin’
tha b-tch ain’t got asthma but it sound like she wheezin’
give that b-tch a double mint so she can start breathin’
both of us done bust so she can start leavin’
im tha king on tha jungle with tha roan
so many n-gga wonna be like they though it was a clone
pulled dwn her pants and i pulled dwn her thong
desert eagle repaint ya face john french tha slone
tssss these stupid -ss n-ggas need to learn
that i get shyt straighter then a muhf-kin’ perm
goin’ 1 direction short just wait your turn
i’mma fie up that kush and i’mma let that b-tch burn
….g-sh-t….

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