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letra de bad company - gibby stites

[intro: gibby stites]
what the f-ck you want from me?
what the f-ck you want from me?

[verse 1: gibby stites]
on the set and i’m ready to set it off
grip the bar and took a hit of the headies, i never cough
yeah, i’m raw and so cold and cooked i never thaw
thinking mne is bad, forget it, you at a loss
and to prove that your new wage, a new face that you hate
so motherf-ck what you say, i snap like bobby boucher
the game is far from over, come in with a new play
rap game jim jones, make ’em drink the kool-aid
this that brand new flame, my crew made and you kay
i’m ugly off the top like a motherf-cking toupee
try to save the day but you was too late
and now we call ’em harvey, leave his head with a dent if he actin’ two-faced
let me try to imitate the record, let me set it straight
want to k!ll this beat and let ’em get it from the heaven’s gates
whacks with the weed, i don’t segregate
let me levitate, gibby in the building finna run this game
[chorus: gibby stites]
what the f-ck you want from me?
i don’t want your company
want a couple bucks from me
want to smoke a blunt with me
i be on my own chilling comfortably
homie don’t f-ck with me
what the f-ck you want from me?
i don’t want your company
want a couple bucks from me
want to smoke a blunt with me
i be on my own chilling comfortably
homie don’t f-ck with me

[verse 2: gibby stites]
got the mask on, bruce wayne
right now but i do change
and i ain’t insane now, the problem is i’m too sane
i been on your nerves like a tooth pain
if you gonna shoot aim and get you four times like two trains
chugga chugga chugga, you’s an ugly motherf-cker
cuff your mother for the summer
text a b-tch like what’s for supper
hoes that used to dodge sh-t can’t even get my number
you should have hit me back back when i was on the come-up
thought that i was dead? well, this my rebirth
drop me from the top, guarantee i’m landing feet first
feet to my beanie, h-llo gibby! on my t-shirt
you ain’t heard about me, do some research first
one time for every time i wasn’t good enough
two times for that shoulda coulda woulda stuff
three times for your motherf-ckin’ mind
get up, get on your grind, maybe things will start looking up
[chorus: gibby stites]
what the f-ck you want from me?
i don’t want your company
want a couple bucks from me
want to smoke a blunt with me
i be on my own chilling comfortably
homie don’t f-ck with me
what the f-ck you want from me?
i don’t want your company
want a couple bucks from me
want to smoke a blunt with me
i be on my own chilling comfortably
homie don’t f-ck with me

- gibby stites

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