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lil 2z - g.i.g.o lyrics

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(verse )
how many times i gotta tell you, (boy) i’m really on the cash sh+t
imma serve a n+gga with the same hand i wipe my ass with (haha)
we grew up with mama, we ain’t had no dad b+tch
these n+ggas had silver spoons, and all those kind of plastic
b+tches sucking d+ck for guap and call theyself a bad b+tch
yes i talk my sh+t a lot coz i ain’t never had sh+t
n+ggas think i’m hurt by what they say but i be laughing
b+tches ask me can i give her head i started laughing (haha)

i got high as f+ck and then decided to do this song
i know its family first but your family’ll do you wrong
i just be like f+ck it i’ll be better off alone
wipe my hands with all this sh+t and change the number to my phone

took extendo after 9 coz i can’t bring it in the club
they say come with something smaller so i went and bought a [?] (snug maybe, some smaller gun probably)
burning sh+t i feel like [?] and these n+ggas some [?]
i get in and get up outta there, ain’t tryna kiss and hug

i get in and get up outta there, ain’t tryna kiss and hug
i get a lot of hate but i be getting a lot of love
forgot i had a b+tch coz i was booted up them drugs
they say when it rain it pours but i been in the flood

when this n+gga get that crazy? when he started doing that?
i’m from dallas baby, i know how to watch my back
how come everytime i see em, sh+t don’t add up to his raps?
n+ggas said they diamonds dancing but ain’t got sh+t on they neck
all this dress a thousand dollars b+tch i be styling
valet parked the dodge hit me just to do some shopping
mama won’t be stressing long as her son started popping
n+ggas wanna be batman only when they round their robin(p+ssy)

it was either goo wash every night or sloppy joe
i blow a lot of boogus like i got a runny nose
you n+ggas gon’ be b+tches and these hoes gon’ be hoes
don’t ask me what i’m smoking you can smell it on my clothes

check out that light skin with them tats got a n+gga b+tch
smith and wess ain’t got no safety i might shoot my d+ck
lil mama brought a camera with her i might shoot a fl!ck
some n+ggas got it coming to em naah i ain’t forget

these b+tches think they knowing everything, take your ass to yale
i’m on route with all this paper look like i deliver mail
n+ggas always want it like these p+ssy n+ggas broke a nail
yeah i play it cool but they know i got sh+lls like taco bell. (haha)

(outro)
nah fr b+tch though, i be playing cool but i got sh+lls like taco bell



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