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letra de hairless horseman - guapdad 4000

[intro: guapdad 4]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy

[chorus: guapdad 4]
i’m just a shorter in net until my b-tch give me head
i start f-ckin’ my devils and put my [?] to bed
i might go back to fraud ’cause this rap sh-t is flawed
they just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
i seen that chopper and that money counter both go “brrrrrrr”

[verse 1: guapdad 4]
walkin’ up the wrong tree, i done smokin’ too much moss
these days i’m k!llin’ gods, i had to get that across
cross me, that’s like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
cross-faded out the crosswalk ’til you cross paths
where the high ride, clappin’ checks until my d-ck clap
that’s a hot rod, but she’s still tied to my meat
like lady gaga, the googly-eyed, after that [?]
gigglin’, growin’ my gigabytes, i’m groovin’, you goofy
i had b-tches tryna be on my p-n-s since ze-nine
looked at raven simone and said “see this lil’ p-n-s”
at the moment i’m always takin’ meetings
already too many assumptions takin’ meanings
all the men abandoned men, the management is makin’ em
that was six different ways for me to spell atm
i got six different plates for me to melt, atms
i got six different states where i need to mail atm
not on no modest sh-t, honestly, i could humble the hottest b-tch
don’t have rings on no hobby sh-t, but still tell her i got a b-tch
hoppin’ out the house, wootin’, hollin’, sauce gravy
i never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me

[chorus: guapdad 4000 and boogie]
i’m just a shorter in net until my b-tch give me head
i start f-ckin’ my devils and put my [?] to bed
i might go back to fraud ’cause this rap sh-t is flawed
they just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
i seen that chopper and that money counter both go “brrrrrrr”
uh, yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 2: boogie]
i seen that money and my baby momma both go-
ain’t had no sound for that, smokin’ on power
that power push me to power-nap, uh
bathin’ in h-ll while the devil cry on my shower-cap, uh
i got this house full of the dead and sh-t i gotta put to bed
’cause they been livin’ rent free inside my motherf-ckin’ head
and if i die for what i said and they k!ll me for this verse
make sure my kid know what’s worth
’cause he’s [?] with the earth
i turn to rapper, say they all friends, uh
tell ’em i’ll b-tch-slap ’em with god’s hands, uh
i had to count all my losses, i had to get in my pocket
negative thoughts in my wallet, i had to turn it to profits
they probably tryna k!ll my innocence, uh
they meditated first coincidence, uh
typical n-gga sh-t, i’m sick of sh-t but act like i ain’t bothered
’cause world done poured a lot on my motherf-ckin’ chakra
what the f-ck

[interlude]
i might go back to fraud ’cause this rap sh-t is flawed

[chorus: guapdad 4]
i’m just a shorter in net until my b-tch give me head
i start f-ckin’ my devils and put my [?] to bed
i might go back to fraud ’cause this rap sh-t is flawed
they just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
i seen that chopper and that money counter both go “brrrrrrr”

- guapdad 4000

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