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shad da god - prankster lyrics

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[intro]
i’m sippin’ out a dirty styrofoam
real t-tties round me, ain’t no sillicone
real -ss around me
real money

[chorus]
b-tch i looked at you, you looked at me, you know i’m gangsta
please don’t ask that hoe bout me cos she gon’ say i spanked her
i just rolled 4 grams in my blunt cos i can’t smoke like one, sh-t
and baby if you steal my heart, you a real prankster
i got my guards up
my heart scarred up
i tried to be modest then i get to putting them wrists up
i call lil got-t’s man and give all of my b-tches up
b-tch made me give all of my b-tches up, ooh

[verse 1]
i dive head first in yo’ swimming pool
sometimes i rock chains like rick the ruler
i just got some p-ssy, it was almost better than the mullah
pulled up at the young b-tch house i had to nut in lube
i keep the tool, and i drink the lean like booze
bankroll blues clues, f-ck on you wit’ all my jewels
i’m real hunnids, and they faker then some 2’s
i percocet my mood, like i ain’t got nun’ to lose
she said that p-ssy like crack
i ain’t ever smoke no crack
but i been smoking some vac’
an i got some high percs taxed
i pull up steppin’ on them -ss’s an it cost a rack
they cost a rack
yeah yeah yeah

[chorus]
b-tch i looked at you, you looked at me, you know i’m gangsta
please don’t ask that hoe bout me cos she gon’ say i spanked her
i just rolled 4 grams in my blunt cos i can’t smoke like one, sh-t
and baby if you steal my heart, you a real prankster
i got my guards up
my heart scarred up
i tried to be modest then i get to putting them wrists up
i call lil got-t’s man and give all of my b-tches up
b-tch made me give all of my b-tches up, ooh

[verse 2]
tell me, tell me
could i hit that p-ssy if i didn’t have all the weed?
i be serving, come to find out keep racks on me
and we be geeking till the point that look like we chinese
i just pulled up on my plug and did a shopping spree
got right in and flew back to my city speaking guapanese
you tryna hop in my car tryna be my main squeeze
i riding wit’ so much money this sh-t look make believe
put a deuce up in my soda
put every drop of the syrup
n-ggas wrapped up like were motors
im laid out off this juice, i poured a deuce don’t f-ck me over
i can’t give you my heart cos you gon’ f-ck me over and i know it bae

[chorus]
b-tch i looked at you, you looked at me, you know i’m gangsta
please don’t ask that hoe bout me cos she gon’ say i spanked her
i just rolled 4 grams in my blunt cos i can’t smoke like one, sh-t
and baby if you steal my heart, you a real prankster
i got my guards up
my heart scarred up
i tried to be modest then i get to putting them wrists up
i call lil got-t’s man and give all of my b-tches up
b-tch made me give all of my b-tches up, ooh



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