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no.use – gmail lyrics

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bay area, b-tch!

(verse 1)
from the cuts, but i’m boutta make h-lla bands
p-ssport finna get a lotta stamps
better watch out for my pimp hand
comin at you with a bat like bam-bam

four honeys, one night, thats a grand slam
she h-lla broke yo, she need a webcam
you a fake–ss b-tch, like a spray tan
i keep it real cuz i’m reppin the motherf-ckin fam

every girl tryna get a fine man
and that’s kind of exactly what i am
so when it comes to who can please ur b-tch
i can and you can’t

everybody knows bands make her dance
and i’m already hooked at first glance
can i escape dis booty? not even a chance
at war wit an -ss like clash of clans, d-mn!

but she don’t mean nothin to me, just a f-ckin tramp
and one look at me make her panties damp
but i’m so f-cked up, i can hardly stand
so imma hit that, dip, and light up another gram

i’m slammin this chick, and she gettin so frantic
never seen one this big, but i think she can handle it
i’m good with the b-tches, you’d think i’m a romantic
but i’m just a player and that’s just semantics

set fire to the booth when i spit
you can tell from my eyes that i’m lit
my dialect finna get violent
so deadly you can hear the sirens

purple in a cup and i’m sippin
better hide the women and children
took a funny lookin pill and i’m trippin
king midas up in this buildin b-tch!

(chorus)
b-tches hittin me up on my gmail
but homie don’t give a f-ck bout no females
yeah, maybe i’ll let em suck on this d, h-ll
gettin head in my truck, in bl

(on my gmail, on my gmail, b-tches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x

(verse 2)
math cl-ss got dropped fast
gonna focus on that pepper jack
shoot a b-tch for cash, like gat-gat
make a b-tch shake her -ss like clap-clap

i’ve only scoped about a half a track
but i can already tell your sh-ts whack
and even tho you’re b-tch is h-lla fat
i’mma gonna jizz on her back, fap-fap

we tha wolf-pack, we takin fat snaps
you smokin crack, just like a hood rat
and i rap fast, check my fat stacks
cross my path and get b-tch slapped, sh-t

whoopin -ss and takin names, like i never have
the b-tches up in here got phenomenal racks
but if they gonna roll wit us they make a verbal pact
that i can hit it from the back, that’s an -ss tax

get out the way b-tch, i’m comin up fast
try to f-ck wit me and get laughed at
bet you wish u were me cuz ur comin up last
i’m too d-mn rad for these sad twacks

on my lawnmower wit a six pack
got a j and i’m ready to hit that
we in the mountains like holler back
takes a loc cutthroat to acknowledge that

your girl and i are gettin h-lla schlapped
and i think she’s wearing your snapback
but i’m better than you so she’s sucking my d-ck
like it’s the only thing she’s good at

next thing you know i’m in her -ss
and she did it. didn’t even have to ask
yo you better get a hold of this ratchet tw-t
cuz right now you’re losing her hard and fast

(chorus)
b-tches hittin me up on my gmail
but homie don’t give a f-ck bout no females
yeah, maybe i’ll let em suck on this d, h-ll
gettin head in my truck, in bl

(on my gmail, on my gmail, b-tches hittin me up on my gmail) 2x