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gaskill - fuckboy lyrics

we gon run up in yo crib we take yo riches
f+ckboy, we been getting money f+ck them snitches
glock 9, empty out the .30 then we dippin’
.45, we gon up it at him now he limpin’
put it to him, you like my draco, you gon f+cking die
3.5 up it, sent to god, 66 bands baby i know that’s a lie
smoking on that thraxx pack, pass it to a god
b+tch i got my motherf+ckin swag up, got my racks up
pop up with my bag up
she wanna f+ck now cause got my bag up
i’m so high now i work for nasa
called her back told her “pack up”
up in the club throwin’ racks up, b+tch i got my racks up
hit yo b+tch, hit the dash (uh)

we gon run up in yo crib we take yo riches
f+ckboy, we been getting money f+ck them snitches
glock 9, empty out the .30 then we dippin’
.45, we gon up it at him now he limpin’
put it to him, you likе my draco, you gon f+cking die
3.5 up it, sent to god, 66 bands baby i know that’s a lie
smoking on that thraxx pack, pass it to a god
b+tch i got my mothеrf+ckin swag up, got my racks up
pop up with my bag up
she wanna f+ck now cause got my bag up
i’m so high now i work for nasa
called her back told her “pack up”
up in the club throwin’ racks up, b+tch i got my racks up
hit yo b+tch, hit the dash (uh)

- gaskill lyrics

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