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letra de bagel szn - guhtru

[intro]
(those were the days, my friend)
(we thought they’d never end)
(we’d sing and dance forever and a day)
(we’d live the life we choose)
(we’d fight and never lose)
(for we were young and sure to have our way)

[chorus: guhtru]
when i shoot b-tch, i ain’t tryna miss
hop out the free car, the whip had no tints
it’s bagel season, put a hole in his head
crash out gang, man, you know we stay active
that n-gga broke and he rappin’ (how?)
got a bad b-tch like aladdin (baddie)
she all this motion, she tapped in
the plug was rich so we—
the plug was rich so we sn-tched him
sn-tched him, wrapped him, caught him by the back end
whole lotta gun lil’ b-tch, we ain’t lackin’
when we hop out the whip even the driver hoppin’ out too
how many youngin’s? like one, two
ain’t got no motion? can’t talk to you
ain’t got no bodies? can’t beef with you

[verse: getway]
hop out, broad day, get a n-gga whacked
hunnid k play, right off the zap
he tried to run, got hit in his back
head tap gang, you know how i rock
i play with tools just like a plumber
you n-ggas is joke, chris tucker
lay a n-gga down like a doormat
heard your best friend is an informant
when you beat your gun, you don’t even know if it’s workin’
got a bad b-tch dt and she twerkin’
got a youngin’ ot and he servin’
i’m in the v with the guys and we creepin’
tryna see which glock shoot best
this is a glock, not a tec
this is a blitz so get low
i don’t talk on the line so don’t call my phone
if i creep on that block he’s not makin’ it home
and i swear to the bros
and it’s still free all the bros
do a drill for the gang and you locked in
get a k!ll for the block and you lit
lil’ bro hit a l!ck now he p-sst
glock 19 match with the kicks
and the glock filled to the tip
[chorus: guhtru]
when i shoot b-tch, i ain’t tryna miss
hop out the free car, the whip had no tints
it’s bagel season, put a hole in his head
crash out gang, man, you know we stay active
that n-gga broke and he rappin’ (how?)
got a bad b-tch like aladdin (baddie)
she all this motion, she tapped in
the plug was rich so we—
the plug was rich so we sn-tched him
sn-tched him, wrapped him, caught him by the back end
whole lotta gun lil’ b-tch, we ain’t lackin’
when we hop out the whip even the driver hoppin’ out too
how many youngin’s? like one, two
ain’t got no motion? can’t talk to you
ain’t got no bodies? can’t beef with you

- guhtru

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