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gbmtmtgg - summer bixteen lyrics

[verse 1: banxs]
big glocks lots of 30s with em
i will never be a murder victim
i be swervin off that purple juice
tell j-real let that [?] hit em
if that p-ssy wet them i’m surfin in her
back of the ghost wit the curtains in em
p-ssy n-gg-s be the feds
ima send a text message i ain’t chirpin wit em
f-ck a rat b-tch, step in that street
and watch a little homie get his -ss beat
i could show you how the clap beat
and turn your strip [?] to a track meet
now your whole squad athletes
your main b-tch gettin nasty
i been smoking backs and sippin act all day
that’s why my voice raspy
tell them n-gg-s come and clap me
probably die tryin wishin that they could
i’m 9 deuce and i’m active
n-gg-s d-ck game gang be lickin wood
i’m shootin ops for practice
lil n-gg- hope its understood
if you don’t know you gon find out
put that iron out like a n-gg- should

[verse 2: fonlo]
copped the johnny, came through, and i just flexed
gbmtmt
[to be continued]

- gbmtmtgg lyrics

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