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letra de tore up - gucci mane

(hook)
i just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up
i just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
i just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what
i just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up?
i just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get f-cked
i just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up
i just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get f-cked
i just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up

(verse)
i’m in the mood to f-ck, not in the mood to talk
i’m not the dude to date, pay all your bills you cray
f-ck what your girlfriend say, ball like the nba
check out my resume, let’s buy a benz today
money the lam today, call all your friends today
she sleep in a bed with me but at first was scared of me
i tear that p-ssy up then give er something good
never bite the hand that’s keepin her fed
bring home a baby and i killed a b-tch
don’t go in that room, it’s too crowded
my girlfriend show you how to bust that b-tch
cut a hoe off, i don’t trust that b-tch
big gucci baby on that juvy sh-t
got them in my house and i have that sh-t
don’t need no friends, i can buy you some
while you getting your hair done i get you a salon
why you getting yo nails done, i can buy you one
if you never took a pill then try one

(verse)
stab p-ssy baby and i carry it
let’s fly to vegas, get married quick
i’m a burglarer, i’m a murderer
three tibs off baby, i’m wearing it
i’m kind of careless with that money, might drop a mill
spend 50k on bags and heels
smoke that kali kush in the hollywood hills
ball so hard, you don’t need no n-gg-
i mean a real bad b-tch don’t need no n-gg-
my trip with the homies don’t feed no n-gg-s
big guwop, he better choose that n-gg-
better cut that man off, better lose that n-gg-
since the last man was born
all these lames be pourin
it’s a miracle that we ain’t sleepin
been on the road, playin we tourin
on the road main b-tch a foreign
yea and i’mma paint it orange
i’m fresh in this red laren
been ballin since the day i was born
that lil n-gg- don’t get along with me
cuz the n-gg-s i got too squad with me
i’m on that lady cushin,
i feel asleep in that p-ssy

- gucci mane

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