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letra de to go - garry with two r's

[chorus]

she say she love a n-gga
well f-ck it i love me too
and i know the face is cute
but sh-t could get ugly too
so no matter what you got
don’t ever get comfortable
i’m servin’ these hoes while in motion
they get they lunch to go

[verse 1]

b-tch i’m gone like adios
hurry up now vaminos
and it’s only god and me
that really know where imma go
you better keep yo eyes peeled
my whole life a highlight reel
these other motherf-ckers lemons huh
thеy ain’t really got my appeal
i load up a bowl and i’m strikin’ mane
i smokе a dime at a time
me and my b-tches got a flow
we can go rhyme after rhyme
and i know that it’s plenty fish
h-lla of ’em tuggin’ my line
and when i catch them i skin them
i do not f-ck ‘em i fry ‘em
i am on top of these lines
everything i do in perfect alignment
and they say the world is cold
but i bring the heat
so i’m switching the climate
i let her go but if i press her
then she gon’ turn into a diamond
i ain’t a saint but i give the gospel
and i might sound like the winans
i’m like r kelly p-ss on a b-tch
f-ck all that bumpin’ and grindin’
i do not stick around after a l!ck
i hit it i’m slippin’ i’m slidin’
i dip in the whip is you ridin’
i’m doin’ it movin’ ain’t no way i’m losin’
i’m watchin’ you n-ggas it’s timin’
ain’t no shade from my light it’ll blind ya
[chorus]

she say she love a n-gga
well f-ck it i love me too
and i know the face is cute
but sh-t could get ugly too
so no matter what you got
don’t ever get comfortable
i’m servin’ these hoes while in motion
they get they lunch to go

[verse 2]

i grind up shrooms to a dust
then put em all in a cup
imma get mushed as a f-ck
treat every beat like its somethin’ to f-ck
i’m gonna buss i k!ll it plus
i am the singular name on the trust
n-ggas switch up i can adjust
cut off my sleeves i don’t do cuffs
i’m in the green they in the rough
i’m well done hoe i’m h-lla tough
she say she tired of them crazy n-ggas
well god d-mn b-tch its h-lla us
i guess you bout to be celibate
the weed and shrooms is a h-lla rush
i could see the world breathin’ now
i hit the tree and it wanna puff bottoms up
how ironic not just sick i’m bubonic
my disease f-ckin chronic
i feel ill till i get on it
i got it solved babe it’s not a problem
f-ck the world imma knock it all up
get it crackin’ imma rock it all up
everything i k!ll chalk it all up
i stick to my guns and i got ’em c-cked
i’m shinin’ my light on you like a cop
i f-ck wit yo head i’m a f-ckin’ thot
and imma buss with the rubber off
l!ck on my nuts till you tug ’em off
imagine me as the underdog
imma eat up all the other dogs
[chorus]

she say she love a n-gga
well f-ck it i love me too
and i know the face is cute
but sh-t could get ugly too
so no matter what you got
don’t ever get comfortable
i’m servin’ these hoes while in motion
they get they lunch to go

- garry with two rs

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