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letra de that guy - dke author

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
ayy, ayy

[verse]
ayy, i be in the cut, but i be posted with them shooters (uh)
they quick to grab the mac, but wasn’t good with computers (doo-doo-doo-doo)
raw, you got the drac’, bro, just let me hold the nine
i would f-ck with you, but i heard you dropped the dime
you the main reason why your dawg in a jam (huh)
you the main reason why he eating cheese and ham (huh)
free my brother ap, yeah, he sitting in that jam (yeah)
when mista get free, you hoes better let him cam
do you really f-ck with me or is it all a lie? (huh)
if you ain’t a snake, then n-gga, look me in my eye (huh)
i been goin’ stupid, so i’m taxin’ for the feature
i used to skip class ’cause i was hunching on my teacher
young fat n-gga, i be eatin’ real good (oh yeah)
i’m from the muck, n-gga, dixie fried in my hood (oh yeah)
i be snapping, n-gga, don’t compare me to a local (nah)
and i ain’t rob that n-gga, but them crackers found my social
i be going hard, b-tch, i’m comin’ off the ripple (ripple)
naw, i ain’t from florida, b-tch, i’m from the f-cking pistol (ayy)
yellowbone bad b-tch and she had a baby
bring that ass here, i’m finna make you go crazy
gorilla mindset, but your heart like poodle (what else?)
muck baby, still eat doritos with my noodles (what else?)
nute hit my line and said, “bro, you gotta make it” (nute)
who tryna throw that money? throw a deal and i’ma take it
aunty quanda said, “nephew, keep on snapping” (aunty)
bando bert said i should’ve been started rappin’ (bando)
listen close, n-gga, had to get it out the mud
you a n-gga, but a b-tch, p-ssy boy, you a stud (p-ssy)
oh, you ain’t ate yet? sh-t, i’ma feed you proper
put this 30 to your gut and fill you up just like a whopper (uh)
ybm, i don’t f-ck with the mob
and tell that p-ssy ass ho that she can slob on my kn-b (f-ck her)
i be going dumb, stupid on the beat (uh)
did you hear that last line? n-gga, ooh-wee (uh)
b-tch, who is you? godd-mn, that ass fat
booty big, coochie fat, ooh, she got that thunder cat
b-tch, i’m that dude, got the city on lock (uh)
when 12 k!lled scooter, i was screaming f-ck the cops (facts)
i kinda f-ck with baby, so i left it in her gut
but if you love me, baby, tat my name on your b-tt (bling)
i don’t got a body, that don’t mean a n-gga soft
catch you slippin’ in t-mobile, hit you dead in the mouth
i don’t rap for fame, naw, i don’t rap for clout (clout)
i’m tryna get this bag, that’s how we do it down south
i hit her with the pole and now she walking kinda funny
but yeah, she got that bag, h-ll yeah, she got that money
rocking bipolar, so i’m feeling kinda fly
tug with me too, h-ll yeah, i’m that guy, ah

- dke author

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