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guwop - tom and jerry lyrics

hook:
shotgun, since he want to front, imma grab that pipe
shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like mike
wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night
i don’t need a f+cking bodyguard, my strap on sight
ar p or baby drake, i bet i pop him
yous a walking talking pile of bullsh+t, dennis rodman
designer hoodie, i’m a devil wearing prada
with the stick im finna put him in the sky, i’m harry potter

verse:
hawking down a rat in this cat, no tom and jerry
i’ll let the chop go (brrr) like “where’s perry?”
p+ssy b+tch you talking about a body ain’t popped yo cherry
turn the hardest talker to a b+tch, call that tyler perry’d
money coming in, 20 thousand while checking a text
health department, everyday i’m inspecting the bread
like i’m tryna check somebody pulse how i’m pressing on necks
arp a put him on a screen like a special effect
chopper bullets put him on a t (tea), that’s a brisk can
left his soul hanging out his body like a stick man
hook ain’t get around and knock him off, bet this bl!ck can
ain’t no marathon, you move around, and get yo sh+t ran
i can’t bring your b+tch around shе f+cking up my hygiene
dirty b+tch i f+ck around and drop her at thе dry clean
forty open heads like it’s a book, i’m tryna mind read
i can’t put no rapper on a tape, less it’s a crime scene
get it?
with this heat, leave him mia
ain’t no mask on when i slide, you gone see my face
cook his body with the chop like i heat my plate
i got shooters waiting undercover like the cia
p+ssy talking about a maserati but he borrow checks
global (world) with the piece (peace), i think im moving like ron artest
chopper bullets rip his head and organs, f+ck a hard on vest
arp a leave his body shaking, that sh+t harlem+esque
blue hunnids, f+ck a jayhawk, i keep an ar
swiping i got everything you need like a kmart
ironic, yes i am a rapper but i hate bars
shotgun hit him in his chest, got his chain sparked
hook:
shotgun, since he want to front, imma grab that pipe
shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like mike
wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night
i don’t need a f+cking bodyguard, my strap on sight
ar p or baby drake, i bet i pop him
yous a walking talking pile of bullsh+t, dennis rodman
designer hoodie, i’m a devil wearing prada
with the stick im finna put him in the sky, i’m harry potter

- guwop lyrics

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