fijimacintosh – guap like this* lyrics
lyrics from snippet
[intro: fijimacintosh]
that boy cassius
ooh, yeah
[chorus: fijimacintosh]
please get off my d#ck, b#tch, get the f#ck up off my d#ck
how the f#ck you hate on me? it don’t make no sense
riding ’round in a fishbowl, i had to throw a tint
and you can’t stop at red lights, h#ll nah, that’s just how it is
i made a big boss play, [?] doesn’t know a ton ’bout this sh#t
my lungs full of that dope, it got me flyin’ ’round this b#tch, yeah
back up at margiela, had to [?] my kicks, yeah
you can claim you did that but you ain’t did it quite like this
[verse 1: a1billionaire]
my b#tch bad and she ride d#ck
drip on me and we on a world trip (yeah)
drip on me, i’ma help you hold that (yeah)
thick b#tch, she came there from [?]
i can’t leave a b#tch where the dough at (yeah)
make her bow to me, her head on the floormat
this dior wrist, it cost like ten racks
gucci shoes on a p#ssy b#tch, run it back
[chorus: fijimacintosh]
please get off my d#ck, b#tch, get the f#ck up off my d#ck
how the f#ck you hate on me? it don’t make no sense
riding ’round in a fishbowl, i had to throw a tint
and you can’t stop at red lights, h#ll nah, that’s just how it is
i made a big boss play, [?] doesn’t know a ton ’bout this sh#t
my lungs full of that dope, it got me flyin’ ’round this b#tch, yeah
back up at margiela, had to [?] my kicks, yeah
you can claim you did that but you ain’t did it quite like this
please get off my d#ck, b#tch, get the f#ck up off my d#ck
how the f#ck you hate on me? it don’t make no sense
riding ’round in a fishbowl, i had to throw a tint
and you can’t stop at red lights, h#ll nah, that’s just how it is
[verse 2: fijimacintosh]
all this pain that i done been through
i got a lot on my mind, i’m feeling mental
i roll me up mary jane, it clear my mental
forty#pointers, my earrings look like [?] , yeah, yeah
i’m in the coupe like a b#tch, frog eyes with the leather seats
i see you a internet gangster, pray to god that we don’t meat
and b#tch, i love my gang, it could never be no “i” in “we,” yeah
come and get your b#tch ’cause she keep eyeing me
[chorus: fijimacintosh]
please get off my d#ck, b#tch, get the f#ck up off my d#ck
how the f#ck you hate on me? it don’t make no sense
riding ’round in a fishbowl, i had to throw a tint
and you can’t stop at red lights, h#ll nah, that’s just how it is
i made a big boss play, [?] doesn’t know a ton ’bout this sh#t
my lungs full of that dope, it got me flyin’ ’round this b#tch, yeah
back up at margiela, had to [?] my kicks, yeah
you can claim you did that but you ain’t did it quite like this
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