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letra de gc to the shmurda - bobby shmurda & lougotcash

[intro]
in this perc got a n-gga itchin’
i gotta watch for the f-ck n-ggas, they be switchin
call bobby, he gotta glocky and it come switchin
you know brodie catch a body
but that’s not my business (not my business)

[verse]
nah if you dissin on a neck, you gotta stand on that sh-t
i got your b-tch in my crib, she gon stand on that d-ck
ran down on that n-gga, he ran on his b-tch
i ain’t even know her name, i spent some bands on that b-tch
addy got me too turnt (yuh)
i jus really wanted head
man this b-tch burnt
she only want me for the bread (cash b-tch)
man that’s what i learnt
and i just spent five-thousand
that’s just on my shirt
this that drip n-gga
[chorus]
i got k!llers i ain’t do
keep on dissin on that neck n-gga
all that sneak dissin’
that’s gon get a n-gga wet n-gga
get that money nod up on that crown
ain’t no back n-gga (huh)
i got bad b-tches ain’t worried bout no ex n-gga
used to be on spyder, mе and bobby on a jet n-gga
gc to the shmurda
bobby be on gangstеr time, and he brought the burner (grr)
ima smooth n-gga, cool n-gga, had to learn her

[bridge]
fifty-sum bottles the more wet n-gga
ever f-ck five b-tches on a jet n-gga?
ever put six-figures on ya neck n-gga?
ever shot 10 n-ggas on a set n-gga? (ahh)
p-ssy ass n-gga still wet n-gga (ahh)
p-ssy ass n-gga still s-x n-gga (ahh)
shorty bad, friend is still next n-gga (ahh)
i touch it down like a full net n-gga
i buss and dip, like she don’t wanna leave baby
i got her yellin now, “you got what i need baby”
she know i ran it up, i got it out the streets baby
i shot a couple n-ggas ’cause mama gotta eat baby
tired of n-ggas poppin, how about this beat baby?
tell [?] cause you know where i be baby
gotta knock his ass, lil choppas on the seat baby
we can run a n-gga down, you can play with me baby
we gon gun him down, ima show no love
had to push him out, he ain’t got no trust
i can keep him round, he ain’t done enough
and that f-ck sh-t you talkin bout, admit what it was
and i’m up, and its f-ckin stuck, diamonds goin dumb
i ran it up, what a n-gga mad?
n-gga get you dropped
i leave you done, you and everyone
had to shot a bunch
i go dumb, squeeze it ’till its done
and i’m runnin up (grr)
[chorus]
(mmm) (mmm)
i got k!llers i ain’t do
keep on dissin on that neck n-gga
all that sneak dissin
that’s gon get a n-gga wet n-gga
get that money nod up on that crown
ain’t no back n-gga (huh)
i got bad b-tches ain’t worried bout no ex n-gga
used to be on spyder, me and bobby on a jet n-gga

[outro]
gc to the shmurda
bobby be on gangster time, and he brought the burner
ima smooth n-gga, cool n-gga, had to learn her

- bobby shmurda lougotcash

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