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letra de wrap - gumby

i can make b-tches wet
just like a lagoon
i can make all them b-tches
look like some baboons
i spank on some b-tches
’til they red and blue
i feel like i’m blessed
but i had no achoo
if it is what it is
then, you do what you do
so, if i kiss your shoes
then watch your back, too
keep eyes on your boo
cause i’ll eat her like food
i want a rolex so i shoot for the moon
i want that s-x, but
i said it too soon
on your b-tch forever
just like a tattoo
she f-cking on me while
she looking at you
it is what it is
i don’t wanna be rude
but you can’t even understand
what i’m gon’ do
switching my flow like my blades
you trippin, just tie up your lace
my b-tches look like sunrays
bro get the f-ck out my face
why you so close are you g-y?
you wanna take me on a date?
bro get the f-ck out my face
before you get hit with a rake
before you get hit with a vase
bro get the f-ck out my face
you got insurance, can’t replace
i want the sloppy
but her head is bobbing
so i call it bobby
i pick up her body
cause she a real thottie
put her on the potty
and f-ck her real naughty
pull up to the party
and everyone hug me
i’m feeling so lucky
i smoke a little something
they call me lil gumby
b-tch, wanna be funny?
just suck on my c-mmies
cause you are a joke
b-tch, you could be running
for president hoe
i know i been gunning
this decadent flow
my tummy is grumbling, and
i want some more blow
if you run up on me
you get stuck in the throat
you bigger than me
but i know you not crazy
that b-tch is rough
and she wet like the navy
me and my dawg, on the block
like lil baby
you gon’ get socked with a sock
im just saying
you gon’ get shot with a glock
naw just playin
if you f-ck with me now you’ll be whippin mercedes
i’m a f-ckin s-d-st
i don’t want a lady
my paper got blueprint
on it, just like jay-z
dont get mad at me!
it’s not my fault you ain’t sh-t
i need more flavors
i don’t want a plain b-tch
she made my breakfast
so i ate that p-ssy like bacon
she on my d-ck makin it look inflated
she said my d-ck game
on some frosted flake sh-t
aye, lil b-tch, why you still act
like you’re taken
if she touch me there
i’m gon get that b-tch naked
i ain’t gon’ drop one more song
’til im famous
if i got shrimp d-ck
then that b-tch is baited
b-tch, want the money?
you hardly creative
i roll up blunts
and they so heavy weighted
me and my crew ran a train
on her station, i kiss her low
and her shorts are high waisted
i’m intoxicated, baby
i can’t think straight
because i’m sedated
but tell me why
my thought are racing?
its not halloween but
my face is painted
your fake -ss lil chain
is barely even plated
get off my d-ck
you a b-tch -ss little hater
my b-tch is bi, and her b-tch is g-yer
dunno why she try, i’m not finna date her
she beg for the answers
i sent her to slader

- gumby

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