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gado - color money remix (rd, lyrics

[intro: gado] aye, aye,aye,aye,skerrr, (laughs) wane bando with me, wane bando with me bababopdrahdrah (laughs) (inhales) ahhhh we getting money n-gga, we getting money n-gga, we getting money n-gga, lalalalaah, skert skert skerrrr

[verse 1: gado] headbands straight to the head man, money talks, so you know i’m all about my bread man, have a bunch of blunts pull up on you in a red van, i don’t f-ck with meth but i be high just like i’m red man, kiss my girl neck and i say “are you wet fam?”, then she put my hand on her p-ssy and i said “d-mn”, all these b-tches crazy, i ain’t f-cking with my ex, man, she can miss me with it, save that bullsh-t for the next man, dude, these b-tches cold, no refrigerator, n-ggas fake as h-ll, they be imitating, teach you little n-ggas, i’m a demonstrator, f-ck you talking ’bout? i been getting paper, all my bars hot like they in a blazer, riding with my squad in a [?] all these n-ggas getting [?] dabbing and handing vapors, give a big tip to the waiter at the waffle house, squad deep, pull up and we hopping out, we don’t want no problems, p-ssy n-gga what you talking about? i feel like these n-ggas plotting on me when i walk around, silence sir on the 9 i swear it make the softest sound, told that b-tch to save the lies that i had to talk it out, independent, do it on my own i took the [?] out, i pulled the coffin out, i smoke a deaf, n-gga, put it in the back [?] and it’ll sn-tch your chest n-gga, knock a goofy out (with the right) or the left n-gga, funny how the mop turn his body to a meth n-gga, you getting stretched n-gga, but this isn’t exercise, soon as weezy die n-gga i will be the “best alive”, every bar i pull it at these rappers who is next to die, tell the junkie i’ll front him 27 times, i’m in the back of the back, and these n-ggas wacker than wack, and i got a stack for the sack, and i need a mack when i trap, and if you attack, i attack, i hit your b-tch with my back, boy she was kissing my test, that p-ssy fishy like crabs, i sip the liq and i’m dabbing, my weed is sticky like s-m-n, my swag is sharp like a [?] i see them looking, they mad, i’m just laughing and having, these n-ggas up and they bagging, all i want is the cabbage, got no kids but i’m a dad, ’cause i be son-ing n-ggas, only p-ssies jump a n-gga, pull up with some goons, scary sight, start punking n-ggas, thinking to myself like “gado they don’t really want that, n-gga”, 2016 wearing [?] punch a n-gga, we just dumping n-gga i’m ’bout to be 21, hope that they don’t check my record and they let me grab a gun, i don’t want no smoke my n-gga, i am just trying to have fun, so stay up out my face before i stick your -ss up with a drum, like nick cannon on that motherf-cking “drum line”, your music knocks people out, i got punch lines, my sh-t wake a n-gga up like its lunch time, i know where to get every drug what you want slime? you want the weed, the white, or the pills? i’m plugged in like a charger this is real, i’m super slow with the sh-t with the seal you know that i’ll k!ll a p-ssy if its wet like a seal, whoa

- gado lyrics

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