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letra de dumb shit - ggot curt

[intro]
(this beat so grin)
yeah, yeah (ay sol’, that’s sweet)
eh-ehn
ooo, ooo
yeah
b-tch, yeah, let’s go
boy (3-1-8)

[chorus]
i like my ho’ that’s smart
ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no dumb, b-tch
she say that boy was talkin’ sh-t
and now she screamin’ redrum, b-tch (redrum)
i knock ya head up off ya neck and now you feel it in yo’ lungs, b-tch
mane that lil’ boy was tryna’ start
but now you know that n-gga done, b-tch
growin’ up, mane i was told that i was gon’ be a f-ckin’ bum, b-tch (bum, b-tch)
i had them p-ssy n-ggas mad that i wasn’t totin’ on no gun’, b-tch
mane i got all these people sayin’ that i’m my f-ckin’ daddy son, b-tch (uh-uhn)
ay mane, them boys was tryna’ play but i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ that dumb sh-t

[verse 1]
mane, you must think that i’m a b-tch
that n-gga thinkin’ he gon’ run sh-t
boy i’ll hit you wit’ that taser, n-gga
then you f-ckin’ stunned, b-tch
(mane i ain’t never been the two lil’ boy)
(i’m always bangin’ one, b-tch)
them n-ggas thinkin’ i done finished
b-tch i only just begun, b-tch
ay yeah, boy
i do that b-tch, she feel it in her legs, boy
mane i had some p-ssy n-ggas mad
ain’t doin’ the sh-t they said, boy
they know that i’m a f-ckin’ don just like the f-ckin’ meg, boy
ay mane they know that i’m a f-ckin’ g the way i swing my dreads, boy
ay mane you better do just what i say, i’ll get up at ya ass
(them n-ggas know that i be crazy, throw that brick up at ya ass)
and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no boxin’ when i kick up at ya ass
you better watch yo’ f-ckin’ mouth, i point that stick up at ya ass, b-tch
them people say that i got too much pride (oh-oh)
i had to cut that lil’ b-tch off, i hurt her feelings, mane she cried (oh-oh)
she called him up and now her n-gga tryna’ slide (uhn)
i’m on that demon time, you see it in my eyes, b-tch (uh-uh-uhn)
[chorus]
i like my ho’ that’s smart
ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no dumb, b-tch
she say that boy was talkin’ sh-t
and now she screamin’ redrum, b-tch (redrum)
i knock ya head up off ya neck and now you feel it in yo’ lungs, b-tch
mane that lil’ boy was tryna’ start
but now you know that n-gga done, b-tch
growin’ up, mane i was told that i was gon’ be a f-ckin’ bum, b-tch
i had them p-ssy n-ggas mad that i wasn’t totin’ on no gun’, b-tch
mane i got all these people sayin’ that i’m my f-ckin’ daddy son, b-tch
ay mane, them boys was tryna’ play but i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ that dumb sh-t

[verse 2]
ay say them b-tches call me hitler (hitler, n-gga)
and i ain’t talkin’ adolf when that b-tch, she say i hit her (hit her, b-tch)
ay b-tch f-ck ya, i’on miss ya
ay mane my f-ckin’ baby mama crazy
that b-tch, i never missed her
mane i got kicked up out that school, them n-ggas thought i was a k!ller (uhn)
b-tch i’ma hop up in that van, n-gga (van, n-gga)
i do you like a sprinter (sprinter, n-gga)
ay b-tch i’m talkin’ to myself, my n-gga (brrgh, b-tch)
i’m tryna’ meet up on that inner
i’m known for gettin’ n-ggas bussed
for tryna’ f-ck up wit’ my sister
you better learn that sh-t, lil’ n-gga
mane that’s the motherf-ckin’ system (system)
b-tch i’ma get up on yo’ ass just like i’m breezy, n-gga
and i ain’t doin’ no motherf-ckin’ smilin’, i ain’t cheesin’, n-gga
let’s go, ay yeah (yeah)
you know i feel that sh-t up in my head
mane i know all them p-ssy n-ggas want a real n-gga dead, boy
them n-ggas thinkin’ they gon’ gun sh-t, b-tch (mmm)
b-tch i ain’t never f-ckin’ done sh-t, b-tch (uh-uhn)
i’m from that boot, mane that’s that slum sh-t, lil’ b-tch
come f-ck wit’ me, i get you stunned quick
ay yeah-yeah
[chorus]
i like my ho’ that’s smart
ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no dumb, b-tch
she say that boy was talkin’ sh-t
and now she screamin’ redrum, b-tch (redrum)
i knock ya head up off ya neck and now you feel it in yo’ lungs, b-tch
mane that lil’ boy was tryna’ start
but now you know that n-gga done, b-tch
growin’ up, mane i was told that i was gon’ be a f-ckin’ bum, b-tch
i had them p-ssy n-ggas mad that i wasn’t totin’ on no gun’, b-tch
mane i got all these people sayin’ that i’m my f-ckin’ daddy son, b-tch (uh-uhn)
ay mane, them boys was tryna’ play but i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ that dumb sh-t

[outro]
(a’ight)

- ggot curt

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