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gtg killa - going straight in gmix lyrics

yah,yah
ain’t got no love for these fat hoes, k!lla what’s in yo pockets theses racks hoe, i’m deep in that water no tadpole,that chain on yo neck will get sn-tched bro,can’t stay in the house got a pack to deliver,she suck me up and you turnt round and kissed ha,imma perform and run off with a stripper,she give you throat i got her on a jigga. look at my drip check me out, i look spiffy,young n-gg- all bout that bread no griifin, i heard her friends say they loving my song, she text me yesterday told me she miss me,i was broke did you give me a penny, i’m tired of seeing this fake -ss givenchy fake gucci and fendi,that fake -ss designer,rack stacks,in my pocket no bible. pull it out and i make that b-tch faint, look at this ice on my neck like a sank,good gas we be smoking on dank,police behind me i’m gone do the race, boy you can’t catch up you need a new pace,n-gg- copy me then try to go pace,he wanna fight but the strap on my waist,he tryna fight but it not bout no cake, yeah he hot but my lyrics be colder c-ck it back shoot call him em dellavedova, ian tryna get to know ya, i’m just tryna stroke yah lil bih, diamonds wet like they fishing, day one n-gg- yeah that’s tez, pull up let it sing like derez deshon, my n-gg- don’t do this for fun and everybody keep a gun. use to ride in a malibu, with a n-gg- that had a b-tch att-tude, and i found out his brother a hoe too, then he told the police that’s a hoe move, but you bout it lil n-gg- stop kappn, for we pull up and bust a yah mammy, so geeked up i’m on another planet, and this ice on my neck its dancing, i’m just tryna get in yah panties, got a pump in the forty my youngin he ready, get cut no machete, you lay up with it then eat a spaghetti, stripes on my face you can see it no melly, we had no p-nut b-tter only jelly, i’m in the car with a convicted fellon, he ready to bust at yah head yah melon, kurt he ready, trey he ready, bird he ready, my sniper he ready,twon g ready, we catch you lacking you finna be laying, so i hope that the lil n-gg- praying, shooting the gun wasn’t part of the plan, bruh got the beans the perks and the xans. we treat the trap house like the mansion, posted in the club ian doing no dancing, chasing the money my sh-t be expanding, these n-gg-s p-ssy they sweet like some candy, she attracted to nuts no sandy, run up i rko em like i’m randy

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