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kyle richh - gomd remix lyrics

[intro]
gllt, gang

[verse 1: kyle richh]
i don’t do shows, i’m really like that
i got a pole, why the f+ck would i fight back?
ya n+ggas on d+ck, go invest in a grip
if i send that shot, better hope i don’t miss
ryan is p+ssy, your mother a b+tch
your b+tch on my d+ck and she suckin’ my kiss
chad in the back and he loadin’ the clip
i don’t want your feelin’s, i just want the six
if he dissin’ the gang, i’ma throw it like manny
josh can’t fight, but he punch like manny
your b+tch on my d+ck, why she [?] for?
four deep in the v and i’m grippin that cannon
f+ck that, if [?] better duck that
finger itchin, i’m feenin’, clutch that b+tch
tata feenin’ to up that .6, look
my b+tch jackin’ 4, but she throwin’ the force of my d+ck in her throat
i cannot lack with this glock on my hip
if he dissin’ the gang, we gon’ shoot through his coat
f+ck that, if [?] better duck that
finger itchin, i’m feenin’, clutch that b+tch
i’m on the block with a glock for them opps
sav’o, feenin’ to up that sitch
([?] feenin’ to suck that bl!ck, gang)
[verse 2: jenn carter]
carter
i eat her, she callin’ me baby
keep a chopper like we in the navy
n+ggas p+ssy, it’s f+ck a discussion
we pull up, he runnin’, they turn into ladies
keep it on me, don’t talk to me crazy
get revenge just by takin’ your lady
can’t get they bread up ’cause n+ggas is lazy
get they bread up ’cause n+ggas is lazy
it’s a difference with dissin’ and subbin’
these n+ggas ain’t dumb, so they know where [?]
how you say you submission, but don’t got a gun
we gon’ hop out the v, we surprisin’ ’em
and i’m all on they mind like a fitted
my n+ggas is with it and nothin’ is stoppin’ em
they like ”jenn you be sh+ttin’ and you gotta chill
’cause you just turned eighteen, you a problem”

[chorus: jenn carter]
he said chad in the back and you loadin’ the clip
n+ggas is p+ssy, ya aren’t on sh+t
n+ggas just hate me ’cause i am a b+tch
takin’ they b+tch and i don’t got a d+ck
how you callin’ me broke, but your mother need help
and you flexin’ this belt when she can’t get a win
and i don’t do the shows, i just worry ’bout bread
i just stay on my head and i don’t politic
[verse 3: jenn carter]
these n+ggas is [?] ’cause i’m f+ckin’ they b+tch
so, they talkin’ ’bout me in they p4 party
how i can’t give her kids and she still on my d+ck
and y’all under her pic’, so like she is a barbie
if we sendin’ shots, better duck that
post a fl!ck on the book and you n+ggas still rush that
if we see him, he gon’ brake like a kit kat
throwin’ [?] on the neck, but not for the chit+chat
every time that these n+ggas be flexin’ they bread
i should say that it’s comin’ for memories
how you callin’ me broke, but you wear the same fleece
every picture, how long ’til she get to me
n+ggas claim that they hate me, but under my pic’
i ain’t dumb, i still know you my enemy
he said chad in the back and you loadin’ the clip
n+ggas is p+ssy, ya aren’t on sh+t
n+ggas just hate me ’cause i am a b+tch
takin’ they b+tch and i don’t got a d+ck
n+ggas stay in my business, they all in my sh+t
’bout a b+tch, you was askin’ to come to my crib
you b+tches is p+ssy, stop tuckin’ my [?]
she called you a b+tch and start coppin’ a plea
and they gettin’ equipped, postin’ knockies on snap
all like, don’t f+ck around and they think they legit
[verse 4: mo kartii]
they thought i was playin’, f+ck that (f+ck that)
yeah, get to that guap, rush that (rush that)
your b+tch on my d+ck, suck that (suck that)
with a glock on my hip, clutch that (baow, baow)
these n+ggas be g+y, bun that (bun that)
all day with a grip, tuck that (rrah)
we send them shots, tuck that (rrah)
lil’ b+tch only ballin’, clutch that (baow, baow)
we enter in the spot we gon’ bend with a box
big b+tch and i’m beatin’ her box
but, f+ck at ya n+ggas man, f+ck all the opps (f+ck ’em)
call up gang and they gettin’ our drops
stackin’ the bread, we gon’ get where our back is (bread)
it’s a opp in the spot, stop lackin’
put in the box like a n+gga is packin’
[?] gang the sh+t that i’m jackin’
mo kartii so great, yeah i did it again (kartii)
if you come me, then bring me your friends
we callin’ him ben ’cause we sendin’ him ten (baow)
get a strap and i’m feelin’ like jenn
hope that you listenin’, go grab a pen
’cause i told you i did it again
she said that she wife, but b+tch it depends
our relationship k to the end
i got a bag, breesha, big on the legs, treesha, like
we bringin’ terisha, felicia, don’t forget keisha, like
if she wife then that b+tch gotta go
if she lit then she drivin’ the boat
took three shots, yeah, i’m ready to blow (ready to baow)
there’s an audience, put on a show (hol’ on)
you get a check that just spendin’ a hoe
f+ck that lil’ b+tch, you a joke
i got check and i’m always on go
watch how i’ma spin with the bros
you get a check that just spendin’ a hoe
f+ck that lil’ b+tch, you a joke
i got check and i’m always on go
watch how i’ma spin with the bros
said n+ggas [?] t+shirts
call my blunt, he get put in a t+shirt
you a loser, sit in a bleacher
you all on my d+ck and they ask for a feature
i’m always on go, don’t need ya
f+ckin’ your mother that run up a visa
i’m always on go, don’t need ya
f+ckin’ your mother that run up a visa

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