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gutta k - gutta no! lyrics

[intro]
eisha, b-tch f-ck you
messy -ss hoe

[verse 1: gutta k]
i came up writing for b-tches
i had to lie for some b-tches
just cause you don’t like a b-tch, i can’t be poppin these b-tches
if it’s the other way around you wouldn’t step for yo b-tches
these hoes lame, don’t forget that i been blessing you b-tches
all that eisha no! sh-t, it was a cute -ss bop
best believe if i didn’t write it it’ll be a f-ck -ss flop
i don’t gotta throw shade cause i’m a real b-tch (real b-tch sh-t)
i send out my little shooters, on mama they screaming slatt
but you be hanging out with b-tches you don’t even like forreal
ew
weird hoes be screaming its on sight forreal, weird
but one thing we know, yo n-gga uno is a hoe
plus he done f-cked with every b-tch that done walked through yo door
ms. ocean, river lake don’t want yo man, hoe
like jhacari, b-tch we flying to j-pan hoe
we bout a bag, we ain’t worried bout no broke hoe
b-tch pick up a pen, write a verse
you don’t want smoke
wait, how you mad at me because i write my own sh-t?
you know my flow is brazy crazy, yes i’m really with the sh-t
but since you since you need a writing coach i’mma help you push your pen, b-tch
i’mma shether you
that’s how i do a b-tch that ain’t my friend
push your own pen and watch your mouth before you come for me
listen to your mama, i can make you pick up all your t–th
trying hood b-tches, that’s gon get yo -ss knocked out
you put my business out there, now your little clout got knocked out
little b-tch

eisha b-tch shut up (eisha noooo)

[verse 2: weluvche]
now, f-ck having some manners
i’m not here for no drama, i am just here from some answers
swear she run atlanta but she from louisiana
and she not too hard to handle, i’ll eat every d-mn dancer
you live for the drama, you a woahing -ss ratchet
write your own music, but you couldn’t make it happen
if dancing don’t work out, start selling lashes
you know you only famous for doing them dubsmashes
i’m all in ya city and i’m dancing like i’m diddy
heard ya n-gga kinda iffy, do he really want the kitty?
them folks you hang with do clout chasing lame sh-t
all of em nameless, thirsty to be famous
trade the bullets for bars
trade the pistols for pens
if we fighting with talent, then the girl cannot win
i seen you in that red wig, fix that sh-t
i am never too busy to come and humble a b-tch
now p–

[verse 3: pyt ny]
first off, suck my d-ck
y’all ain’t f-cking with me
broke bummy -ss b-tches ain’t comparing to me
pretty face, nice smile, b-tch i’m pyt
got ya n-gga in my phone tryna link up with me
i got your n-gga!
i just make him eat the cat, ain’t no laying with me
swipe the visa, get the cash, you a sponsor to me
i been up and down the coast, b-tch i step in these streets
you b-tches hard up on the net (k!ll that chatting, let’s meet)
i got some n-ggas that be sliding, yeah they step bout a b-tch
hop out the sprinter there they go
we tryna step on a b-tch
f-ck a mask, they walking down
yeah they slide on that sh-t
and if it’s beef then it’s beef, we ain’t squashing sh-t b-tch
i’m a hot b-tch
i’m bobby shmurda on the block with my glock, b-tch
white toes throwing bows on a opp b-tch
i got your n-gga and his money, hahaha b-tch
say you wanna beef with me but you ain’t bout sh-t
i been that b-tch before the gram, f-ck that hype sh-t
up the score, don’t play the gram, i really slide sh-t
and if it’s up then it’s stuck
ain’t no hiding, b-tch
was talking left but it’s okay, you got the right b-tch

eisha, b-tch f-ck you
scary -ss hoe

- gutta k lyrics

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