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gutta100 - we paid remix lyrics

[intro]
gutta100 man
you already know what the f+ck going on
[verse 1]
gutta100 ayy fr
i keep a clip that hold 30, can’t let a b+tch do me dirty
you say that’s your b+tch but she flirting
someone come get her a drink shes thirsty
my dawg wanna crash derby,im finna blow up curby
brand new h+llcat come thru skurting
i like to flex put bands out on purpose
b+tch how you bad and broke i’m certain
paranoid at the trap,peak out the curtain
brand new baby k,dont make me burp it
yo b+tch wanna come pull up and slurp it
ewww nasty lil b+tch
when i’m of the perc ima savage the clip
ima big dawg, don’t bark it get bit
it might stink when i walk in, i’m the sh+t foreal
if you like my b+tch, i like yours to swap out
if you want beef pop the trunk get the chop put
you already know i lay the chalk out
ion give a f+ck, hit the block get the opps out
i don’t gotta go get in,i keep a glock out
ain’t talking jack in the box ima pop+out
p+ssy stop cappin you ain’t in no trap
you’re lying your rasp, i speak it as facks
[verse 2]
if i hit the cover its glocks to the back
ain’t talking avenue but i got sacks
42 dugg and lil baby they snapped on this b+tch
i said f+ck it i gotta run it back
i do this for the trap i’m still in this spot with my dawgs
they be turning that soft into crack
my lil homie crippin,my big brother slat
ain’t talking no puppet,i got strings attached
got yo b+tch sucking d+ck, she’ll call you back
these streets ya they dirty, sh+t can get real
i pray for my dawg,i hope he win his appeal
i watched his mama cry, he got 20 years
and that sh+t hurt me still
i ain’t no k!ller but ever since my brother died i wanna k!ll
that sh+t gives me chills,my mama still call me and tell me to chill
she know this life i’m living can get real
my dawg be geeking high off them pills,i told him to quit it
everything i rap about i been did it
if you do me wrong i can never forget it
she wanna eat my d+ck but she still can’t get fendi
ima dope boy ill take you to wendys
i remember i was trapping all at the denny’s
trap been boom b+tch i got plenty
say you gonna rob me, that boy silly
p+ss on a opp grave, no r kelly
sh+t can get deadly stepping in my white ones but i ain’t nelly
only fans tip yo b+tch out the telly
i need it all ain’t sh+t you can tell me
im out here trying to run up a mil
this rapping sh+t cool but i’m trapping still
these labels talking deals but i need me a mil
to be real through it all i’m just happy i’m here
if they had a trophy i’ll be trap of the year
you think ima magician make dope disappear
[outro]
gutta100
ayy

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