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realgazze! - ms. guzman lyrics

(intro)

ayy (ayy)
ayy (ayy, ayy)

(verse1)
connect to ya bih like bluetooth
jump in the jeep with a glock and a big tooth
i got a dirty pack on me like fu fu
got a bald head in the coup like caillou (like caillou)
this glock gotta talk, it’s receiving
pump up the gas with the smoke, not breathing
paint with your blood, i am not talking keigan
gotta opp in the sight, gotta loose up the feining (loose up the feining)
i’m getting a band, and i march on yo block like i’m playing a drum
i gotta improvise, gotta stick to the paper like i’m chewing on bubble gum (like i’m chewing on bubble gum)
he came out the coup with an ak rack, i’m making the money, you paying my tax
i camе out the porch, and i made me a stack
yo monеy too skinny, my money too fat (my money too fat)

(verse 2)
popping a perk, it’s gon give me a virus
leave the bih on read, like yk osiris
she say that i’m fine, she call me a tyrant
he play with the b+lls like he scott, byron (byron!)
i gotta clip him onto the gang
been ‘round the world like my big cousin fame
she call me “santana” cuz that is my name
i’m pulling the money like grabbing a chain
(verse 3)
and i hit hard
and i’m grabbing the paper without a card
but he talking success, he don’t get far (uhh! uhh! uhh!)
and i beat on yo block, like eric carr
but i drift into sp+ce, right to the mars
skirt in the whip, call it h+llcat rax
i got my gpa and my cert in the back
amy guzman is the only one in this world that would know that all of it’s facts

- realgazze lyrics

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