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gc - lurkin lyrics

hook: bugatti johnson

f-ck n-gg- outchea lurking
f-ck n-gg- outchea lurking
ex b-tch, baby momma, side b-tch, next b-tch
all them hoes ouchea lurking
f-ck n-gg- ain’t got purpose
f-ck n-gg- ain’t got purpose
riding round town acting like you got money when you broker than a b-tch f-ck n-gg- whats yo purpose?
f-ck n-gg- outchea lurking
f-ck n-gg- outchea lurking
ex b-tch, baby momma, side b-tch, next b-tch
all them hoes ouchea lurking
f-ck n-gg- ain’t got purpose
f-ck n-gg- ain’t got purpose
riding round town acting like you got money when you broker than a b-tch f-ck n-gg- whats yo purpose?

verse 1: gc

gc up in this b-tch
my arrival is premature like my pre c-m in your b-tch’s tongue
you can run the world, i’ll run the galaxy like samsung
i be shooting sh-t, up close thats blake griffin when he slam dunks
at they prime i feel like im all five of them jacksons
right hand on my handgun
i got two clips even herbie knows that im fully loaded
pockets fat, you n-gg-s stay with them fake gold tokens
n-gg- i be ouchea so how you p-ss-es gone hide like anne frank
b-tch im a match in the booth and the booth a gas tank
i swear ima take over cuz i feel like a shark in a small fish tank
my kids gone be rich, put them in a sperm bank
all my n-gg-s got loud, all my n-gg-s got dank
all my n-gg-s they lurk when they pull up to your turf
been spazzing out been going hard since birth, imagine when i leave earth
time is money so don’t slow me down because i know what i’m worth
put them guns up and let them bodies drop like a dying bird
haters can’t see me they need holy water for eyedrops
i go way harder than will smith on hanc-ck
i need baseball money man i’m tired of being in that sandlot
f-ck small money, you’ll never see me in a sandbox
im a body yo n-gg-s won’t drop, dre’s detox

hook: bugatti johnson

verse 2 : gc

i swear all my n-gg-s they lurking
if we don’t f-ck with them we gone murk them
if they pull up we gone we them up, car wash
now your momma gone really cry like she binge watching them soap ops
i’ll have your n-gg-s screaming no mas
been ballin for a minute now
while you stay at home, im out getting money so i’m in and out
on the road to riches got stuck in traffic, took a different route
i spit that type of fire that you can’t blow out
i see four n-gg-s let out four rounds
we live in god and satan’s battleground
married the game while she was naked f-ck a wedding gown
i spit what i smoke, so i know you know how dope sound
higher than a b-tch oh lord man i left earth’s bound
all my b-tches be twerking
im all inside her like a surgeon
all my n-gg-s they purging
we don’t knock knock we just barge in
let this gun spit like it can rap too
no time to talk lets dance b-tch, my guns be teaching new dance moves
im from the go, blow at yo head like this wind do

hook: bugatti johnson

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