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gavin cutshaw - pregnancy and guns lyrics

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[intro: lucky 7, gavin cuthaw]
(hey lucky 7)
(put those f+ckin’ arms up if you want your baby to live)
(yuh, i’m on that fentanyl n+gga)

[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute

[verse]
yeah i’m robbin this house
i’m quiet as a mouse
i grab a n+gga spouse
point the gun at her blouse
bouta blow your baby’s mouth
i ain’t pickin’ down south

[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute

[verse]
yeah i’m on the run
got no guns
i feel like a bum
eatin’ george floyd’s buns like its little debbie
maybe i am ready
to give some f+ckin’ heady
[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute, yuh

[outro: gavin cutshaw]
(god d+mn george, you a playa)
(i see you my n+gga)

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