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yexwxrld – gutta baby lyrics

see imma gutta baby (huh) fenna be a1
laughing hahaha want this action who gon spray one
baby you are not speaking my language i speak guapanees
get up off you ass and get some cash need to cut of some cheese
a n+gga really stupid a n+gga going r+t+rded
if you got that vision you gon see this sh+t i started
when i do this walk the people ask me what i call it (eh what you call it)
i call this sh+t the gutta baby super duper flawless

i just need the money cash flow sh+t ye all that
stuff it in the walls imma dog my n+gga pile that (ha)
you all in the mix and you don’t know what we discussing
i ain’t even got a hoe (forreal) i gotta function

get some of that fanta b+tch i’m bout to do some magic
mix some of the syrup imma let these n+ggas have it (gone
ye we bout to turn up i promise that we ain’t average (we ain’t average)
i ain’t got not worries i promise that i’m chilaxing

why they tryna beef go hit street with all that acting
i ain’t from new york but tell me these n+ggas not maxing
ye i’m from the h but in the a i make it happen
d+mn that b+tch she thick and that’s cushion for the pushing

say she like my lingo so i start to sauce her up
smoking like a swisher big finesser fire up
you open round a b+tch i hope you know you gotta f+ck (d+mn)
icy on the sw+nger and i got it out the mud

icky imma blaze it cause i gotta from the plug (call up the plug)
they some d+ck riders they say i’m poppin of the buzz (straight off the buzz)
lil b+tch i roll in deep i hope you got what we discussed (know what it is)
no sp+ce for new n+ggas b+tch i ain’t tryna chop it up
(i chop em huh)

take a couple steppers then i send them n+ggas off
i remember we was poor and now we shake it off
we could hit the theater we floodin out the mall
my broyo we some wild n+ggas please don’t get involved
imma call up ace and them
we gon spend a couple racks right out the h&m
when i do this walk i gotta take a brake again
n+gga thought that he was balling but he wake again
it’s ok lil brother you ain’t gotta fake again
come with me and imma get you up to date again
100,000 in yo pockets call it paper twins
everybody fenna ball and they gon hate again
not saying i got a problem we could make a mends
i can say wassup but i cannot be shaking hands
we don took a l and we don took a f+cking win
all of these new n+ggas got me crawling out my skin
i know that we going to the top we cashing in
numerous accumulated paper in the bens
ain’t no conversation y’all been thinking ignorant
how you feeling when a youngin balling idiot
that’s some money tripple dozen calling me again

awwww
you a jealous n+gga i’m for certain
awwww
100% cotton on my shirt
awwww
they some hating n+ggas stay alert
awwww
50,000 dollars for the burkin

- yexwxrld lyrics

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