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gc - facts lyrics

[verse 1: gc]

gc gc gc i’m balling like jumpman
gc gc gc i’m balling like jumpman
this a f-cking jungle i’ll swing right by yo block like tarzan
you better have allstate n-gga cuz’ i am the f-cking mayhem
every time i f-ck a b-tch she tryna stay for days
just to give me a bl-w j-b don’t need a resume
b-tch, i am god in h-ll’s gateway
these rappers ain’t sh-t
i k!ll they -ss in two that’s a double play
freddy krueger k!ll you when you sleep
or k!ll you when you wide awake
keep thinking its all fun and games
i’ll k!ll you at the arcade
you a window shopper staring at some window shade
i got some wings growing out my shoulder blades
i’m about my chips like casinos and like some frito lays
yo b-tch wants this horse d-ck
b-tch not now, i’m going to hit the hay
haters can’t see me like gamma rays
when i walk up in the building, i’m the one you praise
i know you ain’t sneak dissing you might wanna rephrase
my team winning b-tch like we racing relays
i’m all about that bread long as there’s no mayonaise
it’s now or never
not now and later
nowadays n-ggas look for failure
but i ain’t going!
gotta go the extra mile
8 mile
eminem up in that trailer
this music sh-t is my inhaler
i’m up next
i’m impatient
i swear i’m not a waiter
i’m tryina eat, and rappers is my favorite flavor
my flow cold when i rap i’m spitting out glaciers
i hope one day i’ll get rich and own a couple acres
my pockets going through labor
got so many bars
boy, i’ll put you up for ransom, jimmy shaker
boy i shoot like paul george, but on some rated r sh-t
my mind is iller than hopsin
straight outta chiraq but big shout outs to compton
im loaded up with cheese like
i’m in green bay, wisconsin
i’m a warrior ready to shoot
curry and klay thompson
high up on the moon, walking backwards, michael jackson
yo homies fake, yo homies acting like someone just yelled out action
my heart cold like alaska but i ain’t alaskan
i spit ill, if you get sick, i hope you got an aspirin
i pull up with that .40 blasting
shoot yo -ss with p-ssion
me being the best is happening now
not just something i imagined
i’ve melted mic after mic
you would think i was a dragon
you n-ggas sleeping on me now i’m at the finish line
like the tortoise and the rabbit
go check yo b-tch she said doing my d-ck is a habit
these christians rest and worship me on the day of the sabbath
i swear i need me a private jet, so no one can check my baggage
my team will live lavish
haters stay behind feeling famished
pull out the glock while he panic
boom!
now he vanished

- gc lyrics

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