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letra de just gtf in - ac640

[intro]
i could teach ya’ how to
(s-s-s-solo)
n-gga, bo jackson
(vino made this sh-t)
n-gga, i feel like bo jackson in 1989 n-gga
n-gga

[chorus]
i can teach you how to work
i can teach you how to spin
don’t even say none, just get the f-ck in
his brother got cracked, so i’m looking for
i was driving and shooting, i knocked off his chin
lil’ brown skin b-tch, i was breaking her in
i’m a youngin’ on sh-t, i don’t care ’bout no tint
i done made me a name for stopping the whip
i really get up close, i be parking that sh-t
i done give me some time, now i’m back in a mix
if you want you a name, then come and bend rip
i done caught my first b-, with a two-tone smith
i know b-tches on d-ck, they ain’t want me a k!ll
since 2019, i been stepping on sh-t
since 2024, you just get in that whip
n-ggas down to pop, keep dissing and sh-t
i’m a reckless young n-gga, i’ll head-tap a b-tch
and i ain’t just rapping, i’m standing on sh-t
cracked a grown man, i’m a man of this sh-t
if i can’t score then, i’m passing that b-tch
f-ckin’ her from the back, i was trailing that b-tch
when i heard blue died, i was laughing and sh-t
that sh-t give me thoughts about cash and sh-t
but, i’m hoppin’ in that deep, i was trashin’ a b-tch
cause if i was dead, that would’ve worked in the wind
[post-chorus]
i can teach you how to work
i can teach you how to spin
don’t even say none, just get the f-ck in
his brother got cracked, so i’m looking for
i was driving and shooting, i knocked off his chin
lil’ brown skin b-tch, i was breaking her in
i’m a youngin’ on sh-t, i don’t care ’bout no tint
i done made me a name for stopping the whip
i really get up close, i be parking that sh-t
i done give me some time, now i’m back in a mix
if you want you a name, then come and bend rip
i done caught my first b-, with a two-tone smith
i know b-tches on d-ck, they ain’t want me a k!ll
since 2019, i been stepping on sh-t
since 2024, you just get in that whip
n-ggas down to pop, keep dissing and sh-t
i’m a reckless young n-gga, i’ll head-tap a b-tch
and i ain’t just rapping, i’m standing on sh-t
cracked a grown man, i’m a man of this sh-t
if i can’t score then, i’m passing that b-tch
f-ckin’ her from the back, i was trailing that b-tch
when i heard blue died, i was laughing and sh-t
that sh-t give me thoughts about cash and sh-t
but, i’m hoppin’ in that deep, i was trashin’ a b-tch
cause if i was dead, that would’ve worked in the wind
[outro]
nah for real, cause if i was dead n-gga
nah for real
that sh-t would’ve went way worse than it did n-gga
nah for real, n-gga
(s-s-s-solo)
(vino made this sh-t n-gga)

- ac640

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