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letra de teen spirit radio vol 11 (scrapped version) - bigbabygucci

[part i: hot in the booth]

[intro]
yeah
(i got you, corey)
yeah-yeah
yeah
(a-a-a-aevy music)
(a—, aevy mus—)

[chorus]
b-tch, it’s hot in the booth, huh
n-gga, i’m tellin’ the truth
i got some troopers, they ready to shoot
i got some monkeys in back of the coupe, huh
we like [?]
and i ain’t toxic, sh-t is not fair, uh
i’ma get high, i won’t care
i’ma get high, i’ma f-ck on a mayor

[verse 1]
i’ma get high like the fair
i’m in this b-tch wearing sh-t you don’t wear
tough n-gga think he all that, but, these bullets, they gon’ tear
i gotta hit that b-tch from the back ’cause her face is not there
you ain’t even see no hunnid-k, lil’ n-gga, stop that lyin’
i don’t rеally want no beef with y’all lil’ n-ggas, y’all some cops
we’ll really pull up with thе, “frrt, frrt, fah,” stop that block
stop that talk
[?]
ridin’ in a lambo, clear my mind
[?]
[bridge]
you not the same, as me
i swear you not the same, as we
my b-tch go insane, on me
i’ma pay that pay, for lean

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, for lean, i want lean
she wanna f-ck me, i want some lean
i got on gucci, i’m on that kapital, my n-ggas wrappin’ up, pure the fiend
yeah, we got the thing on us
[?] the stars is angel dust
p-ssy so good like i’m made for her
none of you n-ggas made me
i put a stack on his head, look like legos, i build on that boy like jay-z
boy, i’m different
b-tch, i’m a enemy in my lil’ city
i put a dot on his head like a titty
hit that ho from the back when i’m pullin’ her remy
i done ran through a half a milli’ with no stimmy

[intro]
yeah
uh
yeah-yeah-yeah (ryno)
prosperity
yeah, n-gga
livin’ in diamonds, it’s a party there
ayy

[chorus]
credit card swipe, yeah, my face good
n-ggas can’t go to they hood
they can’t get it all, they gon’ fake some’
me and my n-ggas take some
i heard it all, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
they reminiscin’ ’bout the stimulus
i want it all, i don’t play no victim sh-t
i’m the one that judge was sentencin’
call my goonies, yeah, i’m sendin’ ’em
put it on, i invented it
feel amazing when i’m spendin’ it
i just need love, genuine

[verse]
’cause you know i’m goin’ through it
and lil’ baby skin cinnamon
watch out ’cause it’s gettin’ venomous
i ain’t never want no vetements
balenciaga on my brethren
[?]
you a real wild girl, i been tryna keep up, you ain’t never land
i been across the world, but you a one-of-one, you like my letterman
i’m sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, i’m something they never been
they know that bbg heaven-sent
i walk on water with fire, they ain’t even know my n-ggas, they meddling
i’m laughin’ at n-ggas embarrassed
and she wanna f-ck me, her friend comparin’ it
way i ball, yeah, that sh-t—, man, that sh-t not fair
all that sauce i got, i know why these people starin’
i’ma make it in this year
n-ggas hate me but i don’t care
say you want smoke, i’m there
i’ma roll his fat-ass down that hill
boy, don’t k!ll my vibe, yo’ mama might meet you in a box
if he look at me wrong, my gang just might air him out (ayy)
[part iii: pink runtz]

[intro]
you are now listening to teen spirit radio on power ’98
thank you, gucci-woo

[chorus]
shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes
i don’t even know, that’s why i won’t go
that way, yeah, i won’t, i’ll go to the show, yeah
pull up smokin’ skunk (that skunk), i won’t smoke no rolls (no rolls)
ayy, i don’t smoke no pink runtz (i don’t smoke no pink runtz)
i don’t smoke no pink runtz (i don’t smoke no pink runtz)
i f-cked the ho at least once (sh-t, at least once)
i swear she had a sweet c-nt

[verse]
we in the field
we turn beverly into jurassic hills
i’m on rodeo and we poppin’ pills
astronaut swag, i’m on stars and i get back in my bag
yeah, he lame as f-ck, he ain’t poppin’ no tags
rick owen
got a .30, yeah, the d-ck on it
you ain’t really with yo’ big homie
he ain’t really got sh-t on me
he really get sh-t on
blade on me like michonne
sing it to her like trey songz
[?]
i take a trip to rio
i take a trip to rio (rio)
big blunt like burrito
i done f-cked on a freak ho, yeah (yeah)
tryna turn it to a freak show now

[chorus]
shawty call my phone, mad about some hoes
i don’t even know, that’s why i won’t go
that way, yeah, i won’t, i’ll go to the show, yeah
pull up smokin’ skunk (that skunk), i won’t smoke no rolls (no rolls)
uh, ayy, i don’t smoke no pink runtz (i don’t smoke no pink runtz)
i don’t smoke no pink runtz (i don’t smoke no pink runtz)
i f-cked the ho at least once (sh-t, at least once)
i swear she had a sweet c-nt

[instrumental outro]

[part iv: bout it]

[intro]
yeah
yeah
you are now listening to teen spirit radio
uh, uh, u-uh

[chorus]
b-tch, you know i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
pull up in big body, she wan’ feel up on my body (body)
all i want codeine, that lean, no f-cking gin, that tonic
[?] she act like she don’t know n0body
[?] my section’s too d-mn big, she cannot get inside it

[verse]
yeah, that’s my dago b-tch
got too much bread like bagel, b-tch
i move past straight through waco, b-tch
sh-t, i want that benz in mayo
the seats, they came in ketchup
all this syrup in my faygo
i don’t fit in like tetris
i’m like, “catch up”
i swear that my b-tch p-ssy the best, yeah
i smoke gas and can’t breathe until next year
d-mn, i’m at the bank again
d-mn, i’m sippin’ drank again
and i f-cked yo’ famous friend
oh yeah, you can’t test me
you can’t best me
got a round clip, shootin’ sh-t ’til next week
oh yeah, come and find me, uh
got a double trigger on this b-tch, i leave him siamese

[part v: bannished]

[intro]
evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank
haha-haha-haha-haha-ha

[verse]
nothin’ but shooters, we comin’ to get it
we leave him bl–dy if we come in ya city
hop out in chargers, we gettin’ in to it
trapping in broad day, you know what we doin’ (yeah, yeah)
them diamonds’ll dance
abracadabra, i sent it to kansas
i got the load, that’s my advantage
he crossed the gang, then he got banished (yeah, yeah)
the b-tches, they twerking, uh
diamonds, they new like virgins
i just got geeked all on purple
is that him? sh-t, i’m not certain
cut the lights, creep, now we lurking
i’on think he know we gon’ hurt him
roll the windows, what you working?
he run out, he subway-surfing
i won’t talk, girl, give me brain, ho
know i’m hot, b-tch think i’m maino
made my own plays just like play-doh
i need two shots, took his brain off
balenci’, i step
and i got up my green, my things, and wealth
got up my beams with teams and letters
off of this drank, i’m seein’ myself

[outro]
seein’ myself
seein’ myself
off of this drank, i’m seein’ myself
got up my beams, my team, myself
i’m finna bleed this green myself
seein’ myself
got up my beams, my team, myself
got up my green, my things, and wealth (this is [?] and you’re now listening to teen spirit radio; thank you, gucci-woo)

[part vi: socrates]

[intro]
you don’t feel no shame, just admit it
you don’t feel no shame when you did it

[chorus]
you don’t feel no shame, just admit it
i shoulda known you would’ve switched up in a minute
i don’t wanna play yo’ game
tryna get the time these b-tches took away
lil’ baby goin’ down like the economy
and myself the only one that’s probably stoppin’ me
i tried to talk to you and give you my philosophy
you think i’m lying, baby, treat me like i’m socrates
baby a trophy, yeah, you one of my accomplishments
if i ain’t have this sh-t, i wonder if you’d have my back
i know they hating, they go blind when i show ’em facts
i’m stayin’ patient, i’m gon’ grind and make paper stack

- bigbabygucci

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