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letra de headshot - g.i a (rapper)

[verse 1: gia katya]
blew up, blew up, now this n-gg- mad
and his feelings hurt just a little (why?)
it’s 4 in the morning, i’m getting money
and the dm popped in the middle
this n-gg- sad and he sound mad
’cause his bars can never be delivered
(chinese food, come downstairs)
hold on, let me tip this lil n-gg-

[hook: gia katya]
like woah
ricegum, ricegum
i’m going off, b-tch run
you is f-cking with a god
these b-tches know i’m the one

[verse 2: gia katya]
and ksi is a joke
i’m laughing at you silly hoes (hahaha)
how the f-ck can i take you serious
if a n-gg- sound elegant as f-ck like
“who the f-ck are you? i rhyme two + two”
ricegum, i’mma chew
nah, n-gg- i’mma give you some sh-t you ain’t used to
bronx b-tch, running up, like my n-gg- bolt do
hit a n-gg- quick, rotate it like my blunt do
all the way in cali, talking sh-t, whatchu gonna do?
p-ssy lil b-tch (ahahahah)

[verse 3: gia katya]
i can tell your p-ssy’s fat as sh-t (uhuh)
i see ksi moved in (okay)
i know you’re a bottom b-tch (oh what)
and i know you throw it back on his d-ck (alright)
and i know you really wanna really rap
i know your black friends told you that
but real n-gg-s won’t sponsor that
i’m half black if you didn’t know that

[hook: gia katya]
like woah
ricegum, ricegum
i’m going off, b-tch run
you is f-cking with a god
these b-tches know i’m the one

[interlude: gia katya]
like, hey
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
calling me a b-tch was the worst thing you could do
why don’t you come to new york and call me a b-tch
so my timbs can be really down your throat like
f-ck you, p-ssy
but i’ll probably won’t see you in public

f-cking drama, b-tch, a drama, b-tch
you’re a p-ssy, b-tch
you’re a p-ssy, square up with me (yurrrrrrr)
squad up, aye. squad up, aye
gang gang, gang gang, gang gang

- g i a rapper

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