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letra de gummo remix - $avage of fge and no fatigue

[verse 1: no fatigue]
a lot of sh-t has changed, watch me do my thing
no, i’m not terrance howard, but i might hit your main
gave me so much head, i don’t feel no brain
b-tch it’s no fatigue, i won’t ever drain
took her like a chain ever since it changed up
no that’s not my b-tch but she don’t f-ck with lames now
but that sh-t you talking we won’t entertain now
i should call you st-tches, hating on the game now
different birds, different days, different nest yup
she like when i backshot, i make her breast jump
good in the mid-range like westbrook
in the booth, i’m bobby flay, watch the chef cook
talking slick, you not rick, that will get you hit
four like a baby in her belly, yeah that b-tch got kick
come on like porzingis , i’ll smoke a p-ssy like a knick
let that b-tch rock like a band it blew like a kiss
money tall as the ceiling it need leg room
slide through baby girl, yeah f-ck a nude
your threesome baby girl yeah i f-ck wit you
i’m number one and sh-tting on em, yes i wanted to
that b-tch spitting like b rabbit, don’t get silly yeah
imma shoot that b-tch till it smoke just like a hippy yeah
all my n-gg-s know is hustle, just like nipsey yeah
aye, i get money just like 50 yeah
get on beats and feel my sub just like i’m t-tty yeah
get on beats and i go stupid just like billy yeah
shout out my n-gg-s, this sh-t more than a milly yeah
about that bread and i be there in a jiffy yeah

[verse 2: $avage]
mob sh-t man
mob
we run up, middle of the day, shoot you in your face
fruity n-gg-s always run their mouth
but wouldn’t bust a grape
ak, pop out out the cut with the ak
shoot your -ss then we do your -ss like kobe fade away
whole team full of shooters n-gg-
like we hooping n-gg-
big sh-lls size of king koopa
send ’em at your troopers
f-ck computers we don’t do debates
you gone die today
love my choppa like i’m tay-k
but b-tch this not a race, first place
b-tch i been won, this sh-t been done
rob a p-ssy for them bands, uh
keep them hands up
wrong move and i blam ya
one shot and one
we got hundreds in them ar 15s, f-ck a handgun
bratttttttt
that’s the t-tties uh
drum it hold 50 uh
n-gg-s iffy uh
glizzy got the stiffy uh
that’s that 30 rounds, bullets got em getting down
pop his f-cking nose, yeah that’s how you k!ll a clown
yeah you know he told but that n-gg- still around
a n-gg- snitching in the mob and we gone kick him out
i’m on that cash sh-t, run up no mask yeah
do a n-gg- dirty, rob him for his last yeah
take a n-gg- sh-t
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch
shoot a movie, drop the sh-t unload the clip
reload the clip
these n-gg-s running lip
but they ain’t doing sh-t
shout out… stay the f-ck off my d-ck! b-tch

- avage of fge and no fatigue

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