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lexicon (band) - guapo lyrics

[producer tag]
alex, turn the oven on

[recording]
(speaker 1) hey, she don’t know you live there
(alex) +high pitched+moan+
(speaker 1) get the f+ck out my game, bro. +door opens+ get the f+ck outta here, bro
(speaker 2) come on, man
(alex) hi, how did that make you feel?
(speaker 2) i gotta go to work in the mornin’! i got weekend duty!
(alex) +laughs+

[lexicon]
run up the bands, guapo
these men are stuck in a pothole
every day i play the lotto
chasin’ the bag, motto
hit the gas, throttlе
i’m at the end of a nozzle
it’s a wrap likе a franzo

run up the bands, guapo
these men are stuck in a pothole
every day i play the lotto
chasin’ the bag, motto
hit the gas, throttle
i’m at the end of a nozzle
spin it, bottle
it’s a wrap like a franzo
[bobby breesh]
i’m tryna run up the bands, get the guapa
i’m goin’ straight for the top
[?]
we just catch sh+t and don’t stop
shorty be lurkin’, she peep all the motion
no likin’ that b+tch, she ain’t gettin’ the drop
and i know we both know i don’t tolerate none that snake sh+t
i’m itchin’ to bust out the chop
came outta work like “what’s happenin’?”
what’s the move, i’m tryna tap in
i book to stay rich, that sh+t sound like a caption
and sh+t n+ggas know that i’m big into fashion
any transaction, i got no reactions
they stay comin’ in, that’s a lotta subtraction
my hands gettin’ dirty, cus i’m ’bout that action
if i’m out the job, then i’m right back to trappin’
b+tch on my phone, yeah she textin’ me
“pick me up”, tryna get next to me
shorty, she bad, and she know i know that
type sh+t, that girl really be stressin’ me
lately, she know that them girls come and go
ain’t no point in you tryna finesse on me
i’m two steps ahead; you can’t get in my bed
no such thing as you gettin’ the best o’ me
[lexicon]
run up the bands, guapo
these men are stuck in a pothole
every day i play the lotto
chasin’ the bag, motto
hit the gas, throttle
i’m at the end of a nozzle
it’s a wrap like a franzo

[bobby breesh]
actin’ like we at coach+lla
b+tch, i’m with the fellas
cooler no matter the weather
flashin’ lights, no rockefeller
got my son trippin’, i know he got into his sweater
[?] and i learned me a lesson
i’d rather be down when it’s time for aggression
a n+gga pull up [?]
[?]
fifteen years old, swipin’ cards, countin’ racks, wit’ a job;
couldn’t get that sh+t by any means
tryna f+ck up on my hustle, you know we could tussle
[?]
i been on that time, and i ain’t scared o’ dyin’
my mother the only thing standin’ between
[?]
stay takin’ rich, fortunato
run at the bag like a choppa
n+ggas stuck up in a pothole
stuffin’ his body in a bag off to tajo
celebratin’; cop the bottles
spinning my tyres, i’m hittin’ the throttle
gotta read up up on the hollows
got that boy up in my song like a novel
[lexicon]
run up the bands, guapo
these men are stuck in a pothole
every day i play the lotto
chasin’ the bag, motto
hit the gas, throttle
i’m at the end of a nozzle
it’s a wrap like a franzo

[producer tag]
alex, turn the oven on

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