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letra de gas stove - elcamino

[intro: gucci mane]
where we at? right by libra? churches? okay!
i used to walk ’round that corner right on flintwood
pack your bag shorty with a 100 pounds of good
i was trapping like a fool, me and ff fool
kept that f-cking tool, didn’t go to school
i was trapping like a b-tch, i sold a lot of bricks
i hit a lot of l!cks, i really don’t give a sh-t
’bout a p-ssy ass n-gga, a p-ssy ass ho

[verse 1: elcamino]
yo yo
i’m baggin’ up with satin up
we all rich, cuban link on lit
b-tches on my d-ck
rollie case, you know we holdin’ sticks
send many shots as you want, just make sure you hit
drive-bys in stolen whips, loaded clips [?] fits
my shooter throw ’em like the old vick
he take your life and tell you hold this
stove lit, chrome sh-t open up your face and let you hold six
put up the bag, but all he wanted was his nose fixed
you see me in the benz, that’s my old whip
we millionaires that’s why we roll thick
court-side with a bad b-tch sippin’ d’usse on some hov sh-t
i was on d-block
now i’m on some all over the globe sh-t
we on the road with the whole clique
out in cali got b-tches that i can go hit
i’ma be rich long as the stove cl!ck
[hook: elcamino]
yo yo
i’ma be rich long as the stove cl!ck
i’ma be rich long as the stove cl!ck

[verse 2: elcamino]
i’ma be rich long as the stove cl!ck
i clean your brains off my shoe
with the tissue you wipe your nose with
had meetings with bosses, we on our own sh-t
when i speak you be talking so you don’t know sh-t
you ain’t a boss when you owe sh-t
you a bum and a homie shoulda never let you hold sh-t
gold wrist i’m lit, i keep a cold b-tch
i never love them though, cause you know how these hoes get
yo poppin my sh-t, you probably seen me on the forbes list
i’m in a foreign you never know what hoe i’m with
thousand doller jeans i had the forty in
the police on my ass here we go again

- elcamino

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