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g-mo skee – me too lyrics

[intro]
man i’m tired of motherf-ckers at school always in the barber shop talkin’ ’bout g-mo skee did this, g-mo skee did me like that
man shut the f-ck up
you n-gg-s sound like rape victims

[chorus]
g-mo said he wasn’t my friend! me too! (what?!)
g-mo blocked me on the gram! me too! (d-mn!)
g-mo told me kiss his -ss!
i was talking mad sh-t and he dissed me fast! (woo) me too!
g-mo kicked me in the face! me too! (b-tch!)
that’s why i’m wearing this neck brace! me too! (yea!)
g-mo don’t be playing them games
i keep the money and fame started making them change
me too!

[verse 1]
somebody get a cake these n-gg-s super mad
p-ssed like lowtiergod when he lose a match (f-ck!)
in a game of super smash (b-tch!)
three controllers cause he broke two in half and went on a racist rant with his stupid -ss (you f-ckin’ c–n!)
its all majik, every bar is a hat trick
finna get you salty, salt bae is back b-tch (who’s back?)
when will y’all b-st-rds learn it’s sarcasm when i give you dap and say “keep on rappin'” (yea keep it up)
now all the sudden i got all these motherf-ckers mad
point to the area on the doll where i touched you at (queer!)
inf gang slide, they ain’t tryna hear none of that (inf gang!)
get punched in both eyes now you looking like a pumpkin patch (wombo combo!)
boy you need to stop cappin’ its bologna, you ain’t cracked a fifth with n-be, haven’t traveled with the homies (yea!)
you don’t know me in the first place
rap is my workplace
you ain’t from my birthplace
n-gg- f-ck your face (f-ck your face!)

[chorus]
g-mo said he wasn’t my friend! me too! (yea!)
g-mo blocked me on the gram! me too! (what?!)
g-mo told me kiss his -ss!
i was talking mad sh-t and he dissed me fast! me too! (b-tch!)
g-mo kicked me in the face! me too!
that’s why i’m wearing this neck brace! me too! (haha)
g-mo don’t be playing them games (nah!)
i keep the money and fame started making them change
me too!

[verse 2]
these stupid motherf-ckers think they know it all (stupid!)
think i won’t slap they b-tch -ss with an open palm
i got them punching holes in walls, acting like hoes in bras
mental health, is important that’s why i wrote this song
n-gg- relax, your salt levels h-ttin’ the max
you getting mad cause i’m gifted and black
your fans are like tyrone biggoms, i’m givin’ ’em crack
scratching they neck, waiting for the next ridiculous track (filth!)
but they treat me like r. kelly mixed with the jack
so welcome to never-land b-tch this is the trap
pour some jesus juice, right before i p-ss on your back
now you hash-tagging me too on twitter in caps
every rhyme sceme molest y’all like harvey weinstein
i’m the new russel simmons and you chinese (oh!)
i mean no disrespect but you might be
too sensitive to listen to rhymes like these

[chorus]
g-mo said he wasn’t my friend! me too! (me too!)
g-mo blocked me on the gram! me too! (d-mn!)
g-mo told me kiss his -ss!
i was talking mad sh-t and he dissed me fast! me too!
g-mo kicked me in the face! me too! (b-tch!)
that’s why i’m wearing this neck brace! me too! (uh!)
g-mo don’t be playing them games (nah!)
i keep the money and fame started making them change
me too!

[verse 3]
hide your kids, hide your wife, every time i write
it’s like i turn the pen into some kind of [?] device (yea!)
[?], i recite from the bible (praise jesus)
might make your kids to idolize before they learn to ride a bike (hahaha)
them n-gg-s bitin’ call ’em iron mike, i’m flyin’ kites
jump off the grand canyon from death-defying heights
come to richmond, sayin’ the sh-t online you type
and you gonna get chased through the city like dyin’ light (woo!)
this ain’t a song just to get my d-ck-riders hyped (nah!)
consider it an [?], ’cause i got your v-g-n- tight (p-ssy!)
i go inside your -ss with a half-stick of dynamite (bang!)
of opinions like -ssholes, well yours will not suffice (hahahaha)
all you suckers gonna tell the truth when the time is right (yea!)
say g-mo skee ain’t dope and watch lightnin’ strike
find somebody else’s nuts, get off mine, alright (now!)
i got enough people on my b-lls, and they cryin’ like

[chorus]
g-mo said he wasn’t my friend! me too! (what?!)
g-mo blocked me on the gram! me too! (yea!)
g-mo told me kiss his -ss!
i was talking mad sh-t and he dissed me fast! me too!
g-mo kicked me in the face! me too! (b-tch!)
that’s why i’m wearing this neck brace! me too!
g-mo don’t be playing them games
i keep the money and fame started making them change
me too!

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