letra de pregnancy and guns - gavin cutshaw
[intro: lucky 7, gavin cuthaw]
(hey lucky 7)
(put those f-ckin’ arms up if you want your baby to live)
(yuh, i’m on that fentanyl n-gga)
[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute
[verse]
yeah i’m robbin this house
i’m quiet as a mouse
i grab a n-gga spouse
point the gun at her blouse
bouta blow your baby’s mouth
i ain’t pickin’ down south
[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute
[verse]
yeah i’m on the run
got no guns
i feel like a bum
eatin’ george floyd’s buns like its little debbie
maybe i am ready
to give some f-ckin’ heady
[chorus]
pull out that stick an’ shoot
she like woah there you’re kinda cute
i said baby pull up the shirt, show me the loot
she take off my jeans, she blow my flute, yuh
[outro: gavin cutshaw]
(god d-mn george, you a playa)
(i see you my n-gga)
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