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sobe j. – murder lyrics

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gutta lil’gutta gutta
gutta gutta

b-tches want my st–z they want to be so gutta
real b-tches f-ck with me cause there’s no other
b-tch as real as me, that keep it trill like me;
on every beat mother f-cker it’s first degree murder

when i come around these b-tches choke
her man say he want to eat he ain’t got to poke
thirsty -ss, tricking -ss yeah i f-ck with that
b-tch i’m making home run like i swung a bat

ho you can’t do the sh-t that i do
that’s why they maximize me and minimize you
you ain’t hot like that
don’t even come around me we ain’t cool like that; i don’t f-ck with you

hoes calling my phone, how you get my number?
she say she got it from her man, oh you mean my plumber
yeah he be laying pipe and he do it right
every time we f-ck, b-tch we both come twice

so, how you feel? should’ve mind your f-cking business
stalking this n-gga on the low you’ve got a sickness
it is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t
f-ck how you feel b-tch f-ck how you think

you stalking d-ck, see i’m all about a bank roll
i go everywhere that mother f-cking cash go
i know how to grip the p-ssy on the d-ck b-tch
so i get what i want when he buy sh-t

he in p-ssy rehab like t-ty boy
i’m so sadity boy come and eat it go
i want them big toys that make big noise
b-tch f-ck around with me leave her body moist

gutta lil’gutta gutta
gutta gutta

b-tches want my st–z they want to be so gutta
real b-tches f-ck with me cause there’s no other
b-tch as real as me, that keep it trill like me;
on every beat mother f-cker it’s first degree murder

- sobe j lyrics

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