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letra de fly wit a fish - gk jet$kii

(chorus)
dior, be stepping high fashion
i stay with some shooters, my team full of mavericks
you a dead man walkin’, better go pick a casket
i’ma still f-ck the b-tch if the booty is plastic
know some n-ggas who work, but they still be on trap sh-t
try the shooter draco but the b-tch wasn’t accurate
didn’t f-ck with the handle, i had to detach it
i had stolen a n-gga pack, that sh-t was like magic
the pack overweight, and it’s overload
i’m geeked out my body, i be in the studio
she suckin’ my d-ck, yeah, she just a lil’ groupie hoe
way i f-ck on a b-tch, i be turnin’ her [?]
that boy want a brick, so that boy be specific
one shot to the hеad, n-gga, john f. kennedy
b-tch wanna f-ck with a rubber, told thе b-tch i ain’t feelin’ it
i’m a grown ass man, lil b-tch, i ain’t kidding
n-gga claim he a shooter, lil n-gga, he ain’t k!llin’
n-gga claim he a baller, but a n-gga ain’t spendin’
just hopped off the jet, b-tch, i’m lifted
percs in my body, don’t need no prescription
if i caught me a body, i want my attention
and that b-tch got no class, like she was in detention
p-ssy deep like a well, so i made me a wish
i be servin’ the pack, and i fly wit’ a fish
(main verse)
uh, draco’s calling my phone, and they ready to itch
gk john, man, how i’m sendin’ the blitz
yeah, i know we some bloods, but i f-ck with the crips
know my flag ain’t blue, but long live nip’
when i say it’s crunch time, i ain’t talkin no chips
if i call lil’ shawty, your ass gettin’ dipped
$adboy lifestyle, heart can’t be fixed
cop the beam, smoke the gas, now i can’t feel sh-t
call me gk lil wayne, all i do is remix
plus, i came out the street, came out the cement
and i need the whole thing, need 100 percent
and you broke as a b-tch, cause you ain’t got your rent paid
just creepin’ like roaches, i stay with my wraith
you can’t manage your money, you got nothin’ saved
chop a knock and reload, and it sound like parades

(bridge)
uh, i can’t settle for less, i can’t settle for minimum wage
when my n-gga locked up, [?] like [?]
n-ggas shoot in my city, they ain’t runnin’ fades
free that boy durk, he got caught by the jakes
free lil’ quay, n-gga, long live tae
seventeen years old, got taken away
and i can’t even lie, that sh-t brought me some pain
(chorus)
dior, be stepping high fashion
i stay with some shooters, my team full of mavericks
you a dead man walkin’, better go pick a casket
i’ma still f-ck the b-tch if the booty is plastic
know some n-ggas who work, but they still be on trap sh-t
try the shooter draco but the b-tch wasn’t accurate
didn’t f-ck with the handle, i had to detach it
i had stolen a n-gga pack, that sh-t was like magic
the pack overweight, and it’s overload
i’m geeked out my body, i be in the studio
she suckin’ my d-ck, yeah, she just a lil’ groupie hoe
way i f-ck on a b-tch, i be turnin’ her [?]
that boy want a brick, so that boy be specific
one shot to the head, n-gga, john f. kennedy
b-tch wanna f-ck with a rubber, told the b-tch i ain’t feelin’ it
i’m a grown ass man, lil b-tch, i ain’t kidding
n-gga claim he a shooter, lil n-gga, he ain’t k!llin’
n-gga claim he a baller, but a n-gga ain’t spendin’
just hopped off the jet, b-tch, i’m lifted
percs in my body, don’t need no prescription
if i caught me a body, i want my attention
and that b-tch got no class, like she was in detention
p-ssy deep like a well, so i made me a wish
i be servin’ the pack, and i fly wit’ a fish
(main verse)
uh, draco’s calling my phone, and they ready to itch
gk john, man, how i’m sendin’ the blitz
yeah, i know we some bloods, but i f-ck with the crips
know my flag ain’t blue, but long live nip’
when i say it’s crunch time, i ain’t talkin no chips
if i call lil’ shawty, your ass gettin’ dipped
$adboy lifestyle, heart can’t be fixed
cop the beam, smoke the gas, now i can’t feel sh-t
call me gk lil wayne, all i do is remix
plus, i came out the street, came out the cement
and i need the whole thing, need 100 percent
and you broke as a b-tch, cause you ain’t got your rent paid
just creepin’ like roaches, i stay with my wraith
you can’t manage your money, you got nothin’ saved
chop a knock and reload, and it sound like parades

- gk jetkii

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