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letra de young n turnt - guapo

[intro]
(i get my work from the narcos)

[verse 1: gasgang youngin]
i get up in the morning and i’m starin’, i’m lookin’ at you with three p’s on the dresser
and i look at my phone and i’m missin’ like twenty-four calls, man, this b-tch bein’ extra
i don’t care what you heard, i don’t care ’bout the rumors, in person, my n-gga, address it
i take off on the addy, can’t catch him, and the youngin, i’ll k!ll for the price, it was better
and we step on a n-gga ass, send his ass down to h-ll, nah, he can’t go up to heaven
uh, uh, if you scared, better talk to a reverend

[verse 2: guapo]
uh, catch an opp n-gga and stretch him, we send him to heavеn
and we sellin’ gas just like 7-elеven
i watch out for the neighbors, them n-ggas be tellin’
and snitches get stitches, we teach ’em a lesson
ayy, if the b-tch curve me, then she missin’ her blessing
i don’t got a heart, lil’ b-tch, i am not kevin
i got a white ho, that b-tch look just like ellen
and i keep me a roll and i keep me a weapon

[verse 3: gasgang youngin]
me and my glock side to side like the number eleven
let off thirty-two shots and my aim be so steady
i’m f-ckin’ that ho while these n-ggas be jelly
won’t beef on the internet, won’t show no pity
set them n-ggas up just like tommy off belly
got murder on my mind, b-tch, i feel like i’m melly
[verse 4: guapo]
ayy, ayy, ayy, i popped a perky, that b-tch got me sweaty
i bust down a packy, that b-tch super smelly
my n-ggas r-t-rded like ed, edd n eddy
i spread a big bun like a peanut b-tter jelly
got a b-tch from the south eat the d-ck like american deli

[verse 5: gasgang youngin]
uh, uh, uh, get in that p-ssy and punch
smokin’ exotic, backwood full of runtz
uh and these opps on my d-ck up in songs
to be honest, this lil’ n-gga really my son
and i ain’t goin’ for sh-t, n-gga reach in this b-tch and it come off a head and an arm
uh, she was hurt, gave her d-ck just to heal her
and i’m pushin’ that work like a big bodybuilder
uh, all these motherf-ckin’ p’s, i’ma lift ’em, uh
and these 7.62s, they gon’ come out the drac’, i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s a big-body k!ller
uh, and it’s either you feel us or you just gon’ k!ll us or really just learn to deal with us
uh, and i promise to get money regardless
me and guap back to back, boy, i swear we the hardest
rock out with dracos and carbons
i ain’t tryna be a lawyer, i ain’t doin’ no arguin’

[verse 6: guapo]
big-booty b-tch from new orleans
and i’m sippin’ drank, should’ve played for the oilers
ridin’ in the whip with a spoiler, ayy
and these hoes want me to spoil ’em, but i just avoid ’em
ayy, in the trap nine to five, i’m a loyal employer
if my hoes get annoying, i try to ignore ’em (yeah)
when i got the game, it didn’t come with controller
and my phone blowin’ up, might go back motorola
ayy, ayy, ayy, play with lil’ youngin, i’m poppin’ for somethin’
ran it up quick, i got l!cks and i trap like a b-tch
sold them stains, they be shoppin’ for somethin’
you got a stick, but ain’t poppin’ for nothin’
and my lil’ b-tch too thick, i be all in her guts
ayy, and 12 be all on my d-ck, if they jump ‘hind the whip
swear to god i ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’
[verse 7: gasgang youngin]
and i got the b-tch suckin’ d-ck like i paid the ho money
but on gang, i ain’t give the b-tch nothin’
and you know i’ll flash on a n-gga, might crash on a n-gga
boy, on gang, don’t push my b-tton
and you better not bring your ho with you, me and guapo gon’ get her
now the b-tch done got cropped out the picture
and you know them young n-ggas crooked, get shot just for lookin’
i came out, was thuggin’ with hoodlums

- guapo

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