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letra de gorilla grippies - blp kosher

[intro: blp kosher]
watttrrrddd

tell them crackas shut the f-ck up when i speak, ay
i done rided on the beat, yuh
red light sh-t ain’t, sweet
f-ck a cracka with my

oh hold on hold on hold on nah nah nah nah nah nah
that was about to be something that it was not supposed to man
i ain’t give a f-ck, i ain’t trippin

[verse 1: blp kosher]
they got a twist about my rap, they ain’t thinkin’ that i’m sweet
coach your slaughterhouse style, don’t get sweet
they actin’ like they know about me, f-ck it, let them think they know me
they be judged, but that’s okay, ’cause there’s a lot they ain’t gon’ see
country out, but [?], so i don’t want a piece
i let it rip like i do yoga wearin’ fleece
i left thеm on the asphalt, now i got trouble tryin’ to sleep
he paralyzеd because of me, and i ain’t proud that sh-t was creep
my alphabet, d after b, ’cause i don’t f-ck with dirty cs
they wanna be some popular gangsters and that’s the dream
captain jack sparrow got that metal on my hip to reach
i got close friends that turn you into skeletons for free (watttrdd)
i be hangin’ with some jews and we all dikey
they be throwin’ up their hands like a verdi-vikey
every day i’m makin’ plays while you still typin’
she got that gorilla grip, her little thang bitin’
opp hoes gettin’ clapped like a russian sport
i don’t give a f-ck, i get the addy, watch me teleport
i’m a good person, so if i fly, then that’s last resort
i put them people right in their place, freeze ’em like a wart
i got the drop, i’m on my way, that sh-t ain’t even far
i can’t even get inside, there’s a security guard
they find out sh-t was gettin’ violent, now they think i’m hard
they find out sh-t was gettin’ violent, now they think i’m hard
[verse 2: blessdakid]
everything topped tier
walk by, make my haters catch a tear
b-tches mad ’cause they self-esteem, ew
they mad ’cause i dunk and hang the rim
yeah, i’m finna stunt, f-ck that sad sh-t
need to leave me alone like you do happiness
b-tch, you weird, now you wanna attack, man
bust down on since she wanted to bait, man
i do this sh-t for fun, slice my d-mn playmates
y’all girls so dumb, don’t know how to patty cake
’cause i get this cake, i don’t see you doin’ it down
yeah, i’m gettin’ love, y’all gotta chase for it
i’m gettin’ money, this world so marvelous
b-tches confused, now they wanna jesus, man
i’m doin’ real sh-t and it’s real big
what could i say, god really bless the kid
i don’t care about that lame sh-t y’all talkin’
pretty face, bankroll, got these b-tches salty
he say she say got the whole world, now watch it
he wanna press replay, but it ain’t no copy
i don’t press a soul, i’m fine with it
b-tches tryna flop that n-gga straight to my face
now he only want me to ride his face
vibe, i’m spectacular, he wanna marry me
i got the sauce, turn your sh-t straight to power
you ain’t no real b-tch, my shine make you sour
’cause a b-tch like me shine every hour
is it really my fault, i do it with no effort
you’ll listen to the next b-tch, but your own brain
and it’s still f-ck y’all hoes ’til y’all hit the grave
i don’t give second chances, that sh-t lame
i’m in a h-llcat doin’ sh-t that you claim
spent some game to your n-gga, now you think you losin’
but i only f-ck with n-ggas that’s real choosy
real girl sh-t, you feel me when you see me
i know real from fake, hittin’ sh-t daily

- blp kosher

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