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gg tef - go dum lyrics

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(uh look uh look)
gang gang
(uh look)
gang gang
(uh look)
gang gang
(uh look)
gang gang
griddy theory

(chorus)
said i pull up
i pop out
talking hot we let it rip
with the gang
what you mean lil b-tch?
smoking gas grabbing dope right out the zip
real sh-t i been thorough since a jit’
young n-gg- i ain’t never ran from sh-t
i go dum’ n-gg- all i know is stack em’ chips
(uh look ya ya)
all i know is stack em’ chips
n-gg- go dum’ n-gg-
all i know is stack em’ chips

(verse 1)
d-mn
the weed that i’m smoking so potent
me i just live in the moment
can’t f-ck on these b-tches cause they just be hoeing
and going for days
(uh look)
i’m flowing for days
i’m up till the morning
(uh)
i got no time to be yawning
know i’m on a mission the fiends they be calling
(uh look)
the fiends they be calling
my n-gg-s balling like spalding
you n-gg-s be looking bad
i hop in the jag
i’m pushing the dash
yeah i’m going fast
you n-gg-s late
you n-gg-s soft yeah you n-gg-s cakes
i needa’ put like a mil in the safe
i needa’ make sure my momma is straight
and that’s on my brother
i need the diamonds to beam
vvs all on my teeth
you see a hunnid’ k that’s when i speak
you smell the coast of cali in my weed
she was like
“sheesh, this is some really good weed, sh-t had me high for a week”
when she get high that b-tch turn to a freak
so you know what that means
that b-tch sucked me all week

(chorus)
said i pull up
i pop out
talking hot we let it rip
with the gang
what you mean lil b-tch?
smoking gas grabbing dope right out the zip
real sh-t i been thorough since a jit’
young n-gg- i ain’t never ran from sh-t
i go dum’ n-gg- all i know is stack em’ chips
(uh look ya ya)
all i know is stack em’ chips
n-gg- go dum’ n-gg-
all i know is stack em’ chips

(verse 2)
all i know is stack em’ chips
know i’m always on my sh-t
know i gotta get it back
if i ever took a hit
know i’m smoking h-lla loud
i just ran through another zip
i thought this hoe was your b-tch
why she all up on my d-ck
boy you can’t see through the tints
don’t like my money in payments
i need it right now
know my shooters equip
i need a really big crib
i need it gated
you can’t get in
i need a really nice whip
f-ck a mercedes
don’t follow trends
my n-gg-s really so sick
my n-gg-s really pop sh-t
we sending shots at your ribs
if you talking slick that’s just how it gets
really you boys out of pocket my n-gg-s got rockets
they coming with sticks
he talking like he be the plug
pull em’ out the socket
we taking his sh-t
(uh ya)
we taking his sh-t

(outro)



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