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letra de gwualla - bobby shmurda & lougotcash

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[intro}
i roll with my gwuallas
i smell like a raster
n-gga, i stay with the gwualla
i smell like a raster
n-gga, i stay with my choppa
you know a top shotta

[chorus]
n-gga i roll with the gwualla
i roll with my choppa
i roll with the semi, the .40, the knockas
i roll with the monstas
and we with the drama
and we got them dracos, the .40’s, the knockas
[verse]
hit him with top shotta
you know they my partners
and we got that bentley, the fanti, the rowler
all about that dolla
send to put that dolla
you know i’m top shotta
ask your baby mama
ask your baby-
yeh, ask you baby mama
she know im top shotta
she know im don donda
she know i’m the bad one
say she wanna bad one
said she wanna gun one
said she wanna “ah ah”
said she wanna hit
you know ain’t no n-gga g like martin
therе my monstas (brrr)
i know bout the ting
shatter t–th, when thеy come runnin (brrr)
punch out hollow t–th, beat them tings
till the drum done (brrr)
all these vv tings in my ring
like the samsung
that n-ggas my c’s on the c’s
yeh my son sons
yellow lambo seats, with the green
feelin like safranas
i dropped outta school the same week
i seen the unya
i hopped out the v with the ting
they don’t want nuthin’
[chorus]
yeh, i roll with my choppa
i roll with the semi, the .40, the knockas
i roll with the monstas
and we with the drama
and we got them dracos, the .40’s, the knockas

[verse]
i be with them robbers
they don’t want no problem
i be with some n-ggas sending shots
they gon solve em
i been with some n-ggas in the trap like the carter
bet them b-tches come when i make mill’s
like vince carter
my b-tch bad she got that body on her
sit here baby fog, her on my ass
[?] body him
let him run up on me
feel my energy that glocky on
yeh feel like “glockiana”
that b-tch is “thotiana”
i call her “tatiana”
she gettin that molly
drop that head good
money on the wood
b-tch im eatin that bread good
now we’re all bobby
b-tches jackin that they head good
brodie caught a body
k!lled a rapper he was dead good
[outro]
i f-ck with the eater
i check out her vibes (yeh, yeh)
were all into k!llas
your next if you takin your ride (yeh, yeh)
he said he hate me
he checkin my bop (yeh, yeh)
fight with my brotha
ya play we gon shoot at the top
it may get hot
put that boy in a box (yeh, yeh)
gang so tough
don f-ck wit no glock (yeh, yeh)
its lou baby
i never cuff with no thots
i run it up
i take this sh-t to the top (run it up)

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