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letra de pantsag - gxbe

[intro: gxbe]
ha (you’ve been knocked out!)
ha, yuh
yeah, yeah, huh
ha, ha

[chorus: gxbe]
b-tch, i can’t lack
fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
all of these ugly b-tches keep tryna talk
like, where they mans at?
i can do this sh-t, i never stop
cause i ain’t playin that
i’m reaching for my glock
b-tch, that’s where my hand at
when i hop up on the jet and kick it
where the f-cking sand at?

[verse 1: gxbe]
oh, yeah, i f-cking on that b-tch
and then i take her on vacation
i know a couple people talking sh-t
but i know that they never dropping their location
i-i was just twelve years old out of country
man, i was kicking sh-t with the haitians
i fill like four grams in my backwood
i’m the only one in rotation, d-mn
bih’, i got a wholе lotta gwap
i’m not gonna stop to get to the top
and i got them racks in my watch
your b-tch is a thot, just watch
you said shе not, she reach for my [?]
beefin’ with me? that sh-t squashed
i don’t really give a f-ck ’bout you, bots
[chorus: gxbe]
b-tch, i can’t lack
fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
all of these ugly b-tches keep tryna talk
like, where they mans at?
i can do this sh-t, i never stop
cause i ain’t playin that
i’m reaching for my glock
b-tch, that’s where my hand at
b-tch, you [?] out
i don’t give a f-ck about no handout
you been talking sh-t up on the ‘net for instagram clout
i been f-ckin’ b-tches everyday (you’ve been knocked out!)
i’ve shot my [?]

[verse 2: ramiro]
we keep going back and forth
i guess it didn’t [?] out
if you want that smoke, let me know
we can air it out
she know i’m the man
so she only tryna f-ck now
i been getting to these bands
i know that i’ll make a bustdown, shh
just listen
i know that you wanna tell me how to live, yeah
i putted so many shots
i ain’t missed yet
you followed me, but i don’t miss this
told your ass to [?]
rollin’ up these blunts
i got big spliff
[chorus: gxbe]
b-tch, i can’t lack
fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
all of these ugly b-tches keep tryna talk
like, where they mans at?
i can do this sh-t, i never stop
cause i ain’t playin that
i’m reaching for my glock
b-tch, that’s where my hand at
b-tch, i can’t lack
fifty racks inside my pocket make my pants sag
all of these ugly b-tches keep tryna talk
like, where they mans at?
i can do this sh-t, i never stop
cause i ain’t playin that

[verse 3: heygwuapo]
they know i ain’t playing, sh-t
get my bands quick
n-gga said i can’t touch his crew
we drop this mass clip
[?]
we just landed, yeah
i got money in my hand
can’t understand sh-t
my pants sag when i walk, though
her eyes red, aye, i want you
oh, this school b-tch [?]
and this kel-tec finna hunt you
she ain’t never been in a h-llcat or a demon
baby, imma launch you
pull up, yeah, we gotta spin again
wipe his nose, you can say it’s not you

- gxbe

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