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gtm guapo – why you got the blues lyrics

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(hook)
why you got the blues lil b-tch why you trippin

b-tch i got the strips i ain’t talkin bout chicken

y’all dissin for a mention

lil baby just pay attention

off the drank and i’m spinnin

lil baby just try to listen

lil baby i can get you what you like

remember i was broke trappin on them cold nights

why you do the things that’s wrong thinking it’s right

you don’t make sense i ain’t even tryna fight
(verse 1)
i’m gettin all this money lil b-tch i’m takin flight

don’t ask me for no favors lil b-tch take a hike

yo b-tch call me up whenever she need the pipe

and ain’t f-ckin wit you n-ggas cause you n-ggas picking sides

i’m sippin on that henny do my dance then i slide

i’m really f-ckin turnt you can see it in my eyes

these b-tches f-ckin wit me cause they know i’m that guy

b-tch i’m clutch hit the fader like kawhi

f-ck on yo b-tch i won’t tell that hoe bye

sh-t i really stay drippin

off the henny i’m sippin

just gave yo b-tch d-ck and you ask why she limpin

i be really in the trap i was born in the kitchen

i was deadbroke man really had to go get it

had to pull up to the block and give you n-ggas some stiches

watch me do the race leave the scene wit no witness

(hook)
why you got the blues lil b-tch why you trippin

b-tch i got the strips i ain’t talkin bout chicken

y’all dissin for a mention

lil baby just pay attention

off the drank and i’m spinnin

lil baby just try to listen

lil baby i can get you what you like

remember i was broke trappin on them cold nights

why you do the things that’s wrong thinking it’s right

you don’t make sense i ain’t even tryna fight

(verse 2)
i really had to get to the bag

why you mad cause a n-gga love countin cash

yea you did the race but yo -ss came in last

but sh-t i’m really swerving and i hope i don’t crash

don’t compare me to these n-ggas cause most these n-ggas trash

but i just do my step

pull up on you wit the tech

and we shootin at yo neck

12 shots for disrespect

f-ck a bank i tell my b-tch to cash my checks

and i be really stuntin b-tch i really love to flex

and i ain’t tryna f-ck b-tch i only want the neck

n-gga talkin sh-t imma put his -ss to rest

f-cked that n-gga b-tch then i nut up on her chest

these n-ggas try to test me but they stay gettin f’s

and all yo hoes know me cause i left they p-ssy wet

i’m really out here grinding b-tch i’m tryna be the best

- gtm guapo lyrics

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