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letra de lit bitches - guapo

[intro: real boston richey]
uh, check
check out my wrist
(ddot cold as a motherf-cker, on god)
check out my b-tch
check out my wrist
uh, ayy

[verse 1: real boston richey]
put them hoes down, over here, we like lit b-tches
let my main b-tch go pick a ho, i don’t pick b-tches
she think that i’m cheatin’ when i ain’t home, but i ain’t with b-tches
b-tch, watch how you run down on lil boston, i got a big bl!cky
it ain’t sh-t to get a b-tch digits
had my jewelry on with all my cars and, boy, this 650
let my main ho suck all day, i don’t care how a b-tch kick it
bust a quarter brick straight out the wrapper, look like a mcchicken
can’t go home ’cause my b-tch trippin’
b-tch be tryna beat on me, boston, he don’t hit women
dripped the b-tch in christian dior just to make sure hеr feet different

[verse 2: guapo]
yeah, lil guap in mia with two hoеs, b-tch, i’m big pimpin’
mmm, h-llcat durango, i wrecked that b-tch just to show you it ain’t rented
yeah, ask about the boy ’round where i stay, gon’ say i stand on business
went and got some sliders, the b-tch was bad, i d-mn near f-cked my dentist (yeah)
i’m young and turnt, plus i got racks and all my chains on tennis (yeah)
i f-cked ’round, sold so many books, might see lil guap on guinness
(yeah)
jump out the plane in any state, they greet lil guap with lead (yeah)
i’m in mia catchin’ plays, i’m tryna f-ck s-xyy red
she put it in her face, lil’ ratchet hoes be havin’ the best head
told that b-tch don’t miss her blessing, this might be your best chance
when it come to beef, we step on sh-t, b-tch, send your best man
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout fame, we sn-tchin’ chains if that b-tch worth bands
turned into a stripper, up that switch and watch that b-tch dance
and anytime n-gga played with my name, i made sure somethin’ bled
[verse 3: real boston richey]
i’m like anytime a n-gga played with my name, i made some sh-t bled
boston can’t beat a n-gga ass, brick him down just like i’m craig
that’s on my mama, it ain’t sh-t, f-ck it, bust a lead
every hit we did, cracked a head, we don’t shoot at legs

[verse 4: guapo]
yeah, they want lil guap to rap, i’m in that trap servin’ hand in hand
streets might think i caught a hat ’cause i shaved my dreads
they call guap when they need somethin’ smacked, charge an arm and legs
i’m the one put this sh-t on my back just like a bike with pegs

- guapo

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