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letra de gass talk - baybe tone

[intro]
slient made a beat (slient made a beat)
[?], ba! boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
bt!
fa fa, fa fa fa…
fa fa, fa fa fa…
ayy, say say say say!
[verse]
i’m off the chain better think with ya brain
if you don’t know me then stay out of my lane
’cause my n-ggas move about and go insane
ain’t tryna beef cuz n-gga you lame
but since you want beef, might as well eat at the beat
and eat it up like lil main, so n-ggas don’t like me ’cause when they see me, they see that i’m doing my thing
i’m ballin’ hard and you not in the game
you just a savior i call you t-pain
that lil boy sneakin’ and dissin’ and creepin’ (ew!)
well i guess that n-gga we wanted some fame (ra bop bop!)
when i pop out like jack in the box, dissin’ on mе i’ll make you get roasted
i don’t rap slow ‘causе i’m not a snail, beat a n-gga down now he call it [?]
ayy, you n-ggas be fakin’ the [?], like i’m after spending my change
oh, oh, [?]
i turned that lil b-tch into a lil wizard, she know i’m a dog let me off my leash
designer my clothes just givenchy my sheets
i been so weak that i ain’t been asleep
’cause i need me somthin’ best, and i might get away (bow, bow, bow, bow!)
you say that i’m broke, we know that ain’t true
you say you a shooter, we know that ain’t true
don’t want the money if it is not blue
i been half guap, so ain’t nothin’ new
know what i mean, gettin’ this paper is green (huh?)
[?] to money, i bought it a ring (huh? yeah!)
runnin’ up bands, spend it on the [?]
fly like a plane that it got no wings (huh?)
i copped me a bag, and flooded my wrist (huh? huh?)
she don’t love me, she lovin’ my drip
all on my side, start shootin’ my hip
all the blue money, they think that i’m crip
uh, hold on
all the blue money, they think that i’m crip
ain’t in no gang, ain’t in no gang, i ain’t gang bangin’
[outro]
i’m playin’ with the nitendo ds, while you playin’ with the wii
now it’s all gangs, ’cause you n-ggas low key wanna be me (for real)
but i don’t have a clone, so it ain’t no ‘nother me (at all!)
for all you hatin’ n-ggas, i don’t show no self (boom, boom, boom, boom!)
i got slowed up so hard, teachers thought that it was pee
n-ggas hatin’ for the fact, that they really is not me
i ain’t worried ’bout these n-ggas ’cause i’ma always be me (fa, fa!)
and you n-ggas ask for features, but it’s not comin’ for free (ra, bow!)
(ra, bow bow bow!)
(huh? huh?)
b.t!

- baybe tone

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