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the execs - g.t.f.o.h lyrics

[hook]
man !
get the f-ck outta here
get the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
man !
get the f-ck outta here
get the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
man !
bullsh-t !
you can miss me with bullsh-t
get the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
man !
bullsh-t !
you can miss me with bullsh-t
get the f-ck outta here
get all the way the f-ck outta here
man !

[verse 1]
they know
i been a real n-gga since a day old
trappin since they cut me off the navel
out my momma p-ss pushing yayo
if i get it then i got it they i say so
arrogant b-tch imma a-hole
shoe bottom redder than tomato
since i’m ahead now you gotta give falasho
to the realest n-gga that ever done did it
i’m the type of trip that you never wanna visit
my cl1ck get it
b-tch i ball
x ray vision no credit card limit
the cheddar i’m spending i’m wearing all linen
this right here mt. clair
all yall sh-t be fake
get the f-ck outta here
pick my b-tches up by the pair
on my wrist in ah audemar
man them diamonds you rockin’ ain’t diamonds
what’s that sh-t you got up in there
ah ha spit you pop in your ear
man these haters don’t know us
but if they ain’t talkin’ about paper
this what you say everytime they approach you

[hook]

[verse 2]
get the f-ck
ain’t finna get my temper up
i change hoes like the temperature
then i throw them out like dispenser cups
i keep a couple bad b-tches on my downtime
not the kind that give apprentice cuts
the d.r. -ss shots on them b-tches
then everybody here gets f-cked
now bounce your -ss on a real n-gga
bounce that -ss on a real n-gga
i make the cash fall like spilled liquor
major league ball infield pitcher
i payed for each broad to get a lil thicker
pimp c y’all trill drill n-gga
executive booth went dolo
cause y’all h0m-s like lil richard
man !
get the f-ck out my face
or what i tucked gonna jump out my waist
y’all on my nuts like y’all love how it taste
i’m so suffered up i get sucked outta sp-ce
don’t get caught out of place
man the haters don’t know us
but if you ain’t talking about paper
this what we say everytime you approach us

[hook]

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