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letra de trap house iii - gc

[verse: gc]

i told my b-tch to bring a b-tch
i hit them both cuz’ they can’t pitch
they better not steal just like the grinch
i’ll throw them b-tches off a bridge
i got that white that jaimie lynn
i’m like el chapo kingpin
b-tch i’m high as air balloons
kicking it like kangaroos
don’t play no games no rummikub
my flow so cold call it ice cube
i’m so addicted to the pay
custys addicted to my yay
boy, i get sh-t poppin popcorn in microwaves
all you can do is run cuz i’m at yo hide away
this pole will leave you shock earthquake like san jose
i’ll give it to you raw like it’s f-cking monday
all you rappers need to thank me when it comes to father’s day
i got my shades on i’m a dog like marmaduke
walk in yo studio session all you rappers getting spooked
yo b-tch blowing me just like she play the flute
man, i’m so high taking longer to come down just like parachute
n-gga you ain’t sh-t, but we all just want the loot
so on that we can’t dispute
my nina like a camera about to do a photo shoot
i don’t hear these haters my brain got y’all on mute
n-ggas in labels selling they selves out like prost-tutes
i go harder than a horse’s shoe
come up out the cut wet a opp up like a baiting suit
they families crying now where are you? like scooby-doo
while i’m cooling in the trap, putting drugs in plastic wraps
tell my homie hit the dab i ain’t talking about the dance
i’m the best to cook sh-t up, sponge at the krusty krab
i don’t pay no hoe to ride this d-ck b-tch this ain’t the
cash cab. y’all ain’t watching no throne to me it’s up for grabs
if these haters can’t see, i’ll just start spitting heat
they don’t need a lava lamp
we don’t f-ck with rats
i’ll come out the trap and shoot yo -ss up
b-tch i’m the son of sam
smoking weed and getting head while there’s a traffic jam
on first dates with every b-tch, i start off in 3rd base
then i hit, grand slam
my whole soul is full of sin and i got the devil’s grin
put devil+god in one and i’m his f-cking twin
yo homie a b-tch he acting call his -ss an actress
sh-t i’ll just give my goons his address
i got more bars than all these rappers
wet yo -ss up n-gga
natural disaster

- gc

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