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stefan goreé - #dontunderestimatemebitch lyrics

[intro (skit)]

[verse]
no no, never been the type that’s bout that talking
you cats can call me pic-sso, the way them guns be drawn
treat yo b-tch like a game, she know that i’m in control
i got that “street money”, proof that i be getting a bankroll
r.i.p., we pull up on you poppin sh-t, it’s a dirty game
make sure you on a t shirt, only way you’ll ever know fame
i got fake fans up here telling me that i’m washed out
but it’s a different tune when i’m on they -ss with the glock out
feeling like a prince, f-ck yo dream b-tch under the cherry moon
tell these old -ss rappers, i’ll be f-cking all they daughters soon
guess i need some remy martin feeling all the way up
i’m bouta make sure you corny -ss rappers get popped up
knock on a b-tch head, she say that she knocked up
i be counting all this broccoli, needa get my crops up
never was the n-gg- that these people adored
need some dry erase markers cause yall sh-t be making me bored
fly as f-ck but they so plain, man how ironic
make a hater read a magazine call that hooked on phonics
call my n-gg- dr. dre cause he stay with “the chronic”
blue bullets running yo way fast as h-ll call em sonic
hit ya with the clappers, choppa spit like wale
shot him cause that n-gg- stole money, call him kwame
make a n-gg- catch the sickness and ask if they disturbed
get it, shoot you on the street but leave yo -ss on the curb
i got time on my hand n-gg- like i was spilling herb
put the nina in yo mouth, make you choke on every word
glock to your dome, really send yo -ss home
my n-gg-s some gladiators like they was born in rome
stay with the ak-47, send a b-tch n-gg- to heaven
banana clips, i stay with bout levin, you can call me kevin
bands i got 10, but n-gg- don’t call me ben
hit you with the heatblast, put yo -ss to an end
might be talking kid shows, but i don’t be kidding around
i be getting off my -ss, but you stay sitting down
this fire, hit the wind, and put you in the earth
watch ya head to the sky, choppa sound like juicy j cause you can get murked
never been in juvenile but raised on that 400 degrees
this hoe said she wanna leave, sent her -ss to some trees
no love for a b-tch, i just smash and she out
you can call this sh-t a date, choppa take you n-gg-s out
make you feel the fire with this metal, that’s an overk!ll
me and my n-gg-s stay together like a union, no gabrielle
get rid of you at dawn, really make ya family mourning
take em to church, make sure that they can see ya organ
i’m the best symbol like i was in a drum kit
put down any goofy -ss n-gg- that’s on some dumb sh-t
these n-gg-s really chicken, more proof they so foul
ring on my finger, cause me and the money exchanged our vows
always felt like i was the most underestimated
if you ever thought i’m a joke, you got me mistaken
these n-gg-s stay with a head full of dreams, now that’s a coldplay
swear my name stay in these haters mouth like it was colgate

- stefan goree lyrics

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