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letra de my address public remix - ggot curt

[intro]
(juppy on the beat)
ay’ where my drank at? (c’mere)
yeah, n-gga (oh-oh)
i be the realest n-gga
yeah, ggot
ay’ what the f-ck that mean?
let me talk ‘bout what they seen, n-gga

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m on that block now, i can’t stop now
ay’ mane, that ho’ want me to pop out
i let that b-tch up in my crib, now that ho’, she f-ckin’ locked out
i’m feelin’ like a caged demon
wait til’ i’m out that box now
mane watch the way these people look up at me
when i’m at that top now
ain’t wit’ that rah-rah
n-gga
that ho’, she want some f-ckin’ zaza
hot-boxin’ that car up, know she got that from her mama
they wantin’ me to slip up, i ain’t wit’ that sh-t, won’t fall now
that b-tch want me to hit up, i ain’t hit that b-tch, won’t call now

[bridge]
ho-oh-oh, i’m on it (i’m on)
i heard that boy was askin’ for mе, mane that smoke, he f-ckin’ want it
ay’ b-tch i put that on my baby
i gеt him gone and-
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end
[verse 2]
i know some p-ssy n-ggas in this b-tch who wanna f-ckin’ slump me
ay’ mane that b-tch, she be all wit’ that sh-t
she drankin’ on that cognac
mane i don’t need no f-ckin’ squad, or no b-tches in my zonin’
and mane i ain’t no f-ckin’ fraud
cause i’m a one man army
i had to set the record straight
i asked him why he thinkin’ that?
he thinkin’ all this sh-t be sweet, li’ b-tch he f-ckin’ thinkin’ wack
i knocked that boy up in his head and now he f-ckin’ thinkin’ back
straight to that time that he was doin’ that talkin’, now we tankin’ that
we spin that block and catch him while he walkin’
b-tch we clankin’ that
knock off his top, b-tch now we f-ckin’ jockin’, now he sankin’ back
hop off that block, brrgh, bow, bow, b-tch then aim at that (grrgh)
them boys some oppas, think they f-ckin’ ballin’, now we aimin’ back

[chorus]
they tryna’ troll me, but i be ggot
i’m posted on that block up at that back, just like a goalie
say why the f-ck them b-tches tryna’ act like they don’t know me?
tryna’ get from rags to riches, that’s just all i’m f-ckin’ knowing
navigatin’ through these ditches while these b-tches tryna’ dome me
can’t trust these f-ckin’ b-tches, they some witches tryna’ wrong me
gon’ end up wit’ some stitches b-tch if i don’t get up on and-
i told them boys my address public, i don’t see ‘em on me
[bridge]
ho-oh-oh, i’m on it (i’m on)
i heard that boy was askin’ for me, mane that smoke, he f-ckin’ want it
ay’ b-tch i put that on my baby
i get him gone and-
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end

[bridge]
ho-oh-oh, i’m on it (oh-oh)
i heard that boy was askin’ for me, mane that smoke, he f-ckin’ want it
ay’ b-tch i put that on my baby
i get him gone and-
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end

[outro]
(gon’ end up wit’ some stitches b-tch if i don’t get up on and-)
(i told them boys my address public, i don’t see ‘em on me)
(yeah-yeah)

- ggot curt

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