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guapo - belize lyrics

[intro]
(vince, pull up to the stu’, man)
feelin’ like shimmy, i had to take the safe route

[verse 1: guapo]
uh, yeah
i’m feelin’ like shimmy, i had to take the safe route
trappin’ and rappin’ like young dolph, pre, i’m on that paper route
i’m tryna leave the trap and rap like this my only way out
uh, i used to hide my p’s at twin spot, n+gga know that’s the safehouse
frrt, frrt, f+ck n+gga p+ss me off, bet i bring that drac’ out
behind the wheel, thought i got hit with seven, man, shootin’ the blackout
i seen my first plug, he was shocked like, “guap, can’t believe you rap now”
i get on percocets and stand up until that b+tch tap out
i’m in belizе smokin’ trees with my uncle paisa
b+tch on her knees, make mе cream, then i know i like her
b+tch, i boot up, jump off the top ropes like i’m roddy piper
lil’ pastor guap, preach when i speak, i could recite the bible, uh
this lil’ b+tch too freak fo me, tryna f+ck me on her cycle (ew)
r.i.p., when i got to belize, i lost my cousin trill
feel like destroy lonely twin ’cause i feel like these looks can k!ll
i’m in belize for two weeks, but i’m withdrawin’, forgot my pills
f+ck, i forgot my drank, forgot to bring my seal
f+ck, d+mn, got a young n+gga out here eating iguanas and eels
d+mn, all my n+ggas know i’m gon’ roll ’til i lose my wheels, huh, d+mn
[verse 2: luh tyler]
i was dreamin’ ’bout this, now a young n+gga a star for real, d+mn (n+gga, uh)
i could buy a big house with a gate ’cause i’m gettin’ them bills, d+mn (oh, yeah)
this b+tch must stay in cali, i got a b+tch head over heels, yeah (oh, f+ck)
had a meeting with nike today, i might sign me a deal, huh (might sign me a deal)
started rappin’ and sh+t, tryna find my way out (yeah)
say he gettin’ bands, but that n+gga cappin’ and sh+t, he ain’t never pull no pape’ out
ain’t with the games when it come to that money and sh+t, that ain’t nothin’ to play ’bout (we ain’t playin’)
lil’ grimy, that’s my twin, we been locked in since the playground (oh, yeah)
took your b+tch and beat her down, she say she wanna stay now (ugh)
ugh, ugh, i told the b+tch to leave, had to bring that rake out (bring that rake out)
on the mic, i keep it real, boy, it ain’t nothin’ to fake ’bout (fake ’bout)
stuffin’ hundreds in my pocket, that b+tch outta shape now (outta shape now)
man, them n+ggas ain’t think i could do it, boy, i swear you should see their face now (yeah)
i’m in la rollin’ loud, i’m finna do rolling loud (rolling loud)
and my mama say hold it down, so i gotta hold it down (down)
with your b+tch, i’m beatin’ her down, she tryna go round for round (round for round)
ran it up, i got them g’s, boy, don’t play with me, yeah (play with me)
how that n+gga just eighteen, twenty on his t++th? (on his t++th)
bronem keep it in his jeans just for safety, uh (safety)
i don’t even say, “glee,” b+tch, i say, “skii,” yeah (skii)

- guapo lyrics

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