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gheto cookie - stupad/bitches brew lyrics

[jordan belfort in “the wolf of wall street]
so….
y’know what?
i’m not leaving
i’m not leaving
i’m not f-cking leaving!
[crowd cheers]

[intro: orange juic3]
cookie!
yeah!
this that new gheto cookie
yall ain’t ready for this one
uh!
this beat stupid
hear them hi hats in the background?
we bout to go in on this one
uh!
yeah!
uh!
yeah!
cookie!
b-tch!

[verse 1: orange juic3]
chips ahoy’s
rappin boys
rolla 10s playboys
switch flows
cuz you know
how it goes
we not the pros
playin shows
throwin bows
gettin disposed
slump lords, you camatosed
by distorted lows made in studios
posted up [static noise]
yall wobbly that’s jello [jello!]
yall shaky that’s espresso [pow! pow!]
full tilt, but still mello [ugh!]
stupad beat, stupad lyrics
rap game today needs more critics [yeah!]
quit yo xans, don’t make a difference
“yungs” and “lils” speaking gibberish [inhuman noises]

[hook: orange juic3]
uh!
why my wrist stupad?
why this beat stupad?
uhhh
why am i stupad?
i don’t know what else to say
yo pops!
get em!

[verse 2: pops]
you f-ckers want to see us on the f-cking street
but you always know where we can f-cking meet
never seen pops go hard on a beat
never seen a b-tch as hype as me
welcome to the new sound of gc
we get cheese while b-tches get degrees
f-ckers talking sh-t on our ep
while b-tches wanna play our sh-t on repeat
b-tch!

[beat switch]

[interlude: vaporize]
god d-mn!
that beat switch tho!
this some ole experimental type sh-t
i see what you doin here!

d-mn n-gga!
we from the 90s or something
we finna go clap a n-gga
you know what i’m sayin?
f-ck a couple b-tches or somethin

man, murder this muh f-ckin beat!

[verse 3: vaporize]
picture this 10 years old
look in the back and see a bunch n-ggas unload
guess i’ll be a n-gga
and pull the trigga
guess i’ll be a product of my envionment
so no retirement for my black -ss
i’ll just put em in the gr-ss
aimed and focused
vaporized they -ss and they turned into f-ck locust
part of the plague
got nothing but rage
3 shots in the dark now they layin face down
body’s sprawled on the floor
blood all over windows and doors
this is just a tarnintno movie
holes in bodies see right through me
time is of essence got a n-gga stressin
glock loaded ready for explodin seen in expressions

[verse 4: kz $nipes]
we’re from st. louis, homie
and we ain’t got no oceans
them southern cali rappers they be extra braggadocious
in l.a. they mug you to cop a bag of dro
in san louis, they even muggin the homeless
a forgotten city
i’m tryna put it in the map
but while we’re moving forward
we gotta watch our backs
people either leaving or they’re stuck in a trap
that’s why i’m spittin bullets homie i ain’t even strapped

the gr-ss is greener on your side of the fence
culture shock treatment
motherf-ck mike pence
put guns in kids hands instead of instruments and then
ship em to the middle east to play cowboys and indians

i’m not a doomsayer
or a doomspitter
i’m a shroom trippin, boomstickin babysitter
if you’re not in it
you don’t get the picture
gheto cookie in this b-tch
and we’re servin dinner!

[political talk show clip]

{verse 5: vaporize & kz $nipes]
think we f-cking clowns
want us 26
eat a d-ck
we not about the sh-t
go ahead and take a l!ck

licorice liquor
in a shot
not a sipper
you get shot
by a hitter
with cookie and glitter

what glitters is gold
our bloods the decoration
try and taint
with hypocrisy you paint
f-ck authority

gold, guns, and glory
cl-ssy hoes not wh0r-y
gheto cookie the story
next year we’re touring

coast to coast
not the boat
b-tch you hope
willie wanted us
missed money
pulled the gun
now the culture struck

lightning in a flash
give me fame not cash
take your life then we dash
find where we hide our stash

you spit lies
we defy
the pigs want us
commit a crime
or we die
because of our f-cking

skins not thick enough
i can brush the st-tches through
if we were miles davis
brownies is our b-tches brew

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