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'lgado - what lyrics

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[intro]
yo this my, this my adlibs right here
jtk
uh, the f-ck goin’ on man?
b-tch

[chorus]
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what?
glocks, choppers, binoculars, spot ’em
b-tch, got ’em, watches, cars
the squad, the mob, we mobbin’, guap
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what? what?
shoot ’em, smack ’em, jab ’em, treat ’em
beat ’em, defeat ’em, delete ’em, b-tch
the mob, we mobbin’, guap, what?

[verse 1]
do this sh-t the squad way, do this the hard way
i be throwin’ up b’s, uh, speedin’ on the e-way
rest in peace my n-gga sello, he went out the g way
this sh-t just too easy, i think i’m some g*nius
free my n-gga juan, uh, send my boy some money
can’t leave fo’nem hungry, uh, i’m so done, uh
never seen a n-gga like me, i’m so unicorn, huh
can’t sit on my lawn, huh, this sh-t get too borin’
so they worried ’bout where we at
why they worried ’bout what he said?
or what she said, thinkin’ we did it
recipe, tryna feed n-ggas, you wanna be n-ggas
ooh i’m yawnin’, early in the morning
woke up in the dumps and, it’s me and your daughter

[chorus]
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what?
glocks, choppers, binoculars, spot ’em
b-tch, got ’em, watches, cars
the squad, the mob, we mobbin’, guap
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what? what?
shoot ’em, smack ’em, jab ’em, treat ’em
beat ’em, defeat ’em, delete ’em, b-tch
the mob, we mobbin’, guap, what?

[verse 2]
remember that lil’ n-gga, i was hoopin’ on the block
now i’m that n-gga, everybody wanna be like me on the block, uh
gotta ride with the glock, ’cause n-ggas like to show out
get a fifth when i’m goin’ out, for my n-ggas i’ma pour it out
i’m stuntin’ when i’m in the thing, uh
dunkin’ when i’m in the game, uh
honkin’ when i’m in the lane
got the hundreds like wilt chamberlin
got some money but you’re still a lame
think you frontin’, boy you been a lame
my lil’ b-tch got her nails painted
yeah, this b-tch got her nails pink
rockin’ live from the gutter
uh, yeah, dooney and lil bubba
yeah them two n-ggas brothers
most real n-ggas share mothers
in the whip, i’ma switch the colors
uh, yeah, ride eatin’ supper
make a b-tch n-gga suffer, uh
yeah this life i live ain’t for suckers

[chorus]
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what?
glocks, choppers, binoculars, spot ’em
b-tch, got ’em, watches, cars
the squad, the mob, we mobbin’, guap
b-tch, ho, sl-t, what? what?
shoot ’em, smack ’em, jab ’em, treat ’em
beat ’em, defeat ’em, delete ’em, b-tch
the mob, we mobbin’, guap, what?

[outro]
what?
what?
what? what?



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