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letra de gabos - idzta

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[intro: inmate at miami mega jail]
(one thing i’m gonna leave on camera for)
y’all to remember this verb right here, gabos
the name of the game is gabos
game ain’t based on sympathy
if you got sympathy in this spot, you ain’t gon’ never make it

[verse 1: idzta]
long time i ain’t seen bro (longs), i think he’s somewhere down o’
me ‘n m on the m (on the m), doing 120 in a 70 zone (mileage)
gyally still bill on my phone, but, i ain’t got time
cah my time, i’m a ceo, ask the young gs how i get ’em that dough (money)

i get (i get) drops and spots from settin’ up shop with bits of both (bits of both)
still in the cut like ds and i’m way to cas like bro (bros)
from qway back the most, mr lowkey dog, i’m gon’ blow
still grip onto somethin’ and shoot (shoot), and then we reload

but what can i say, i’m a business man (hmm), more time, i got business plans (money)
if both bo’ grip, and the stick don’t slip, more time that the stick don’t jam
team of fortune, i flip them bands, but we all got paper plans
but i ‘ate when i catch it, act up, get slapped up, go kick some bangs

[chorus]
serve the pub like a waiter, still give dirt for that paper
out of time with my trackie on, dog, hundred miles in my trainers
n-ggas gassed to puff status, glad to see i’m her favourite
all to cling on a razor, ?

[verse 2: zdon]
excuse me talian, i love road, i like pickford fours of smoke
fl!ck my shank and leave him soaked, f-ck it, ruck it, hold ’em both
(both, both) sh-t den, feds took bro off the road
mad ting society just left, oh, bro bro should’ve come home (f-ck’s sake)

whippin’ up all this snow, i need to change my clothes
i roam up in the trap house, i need to cover my nose
can’t fall in love with no hoes, just f-ck the b-tch and then go
add the heat to the stove, send a younger or tee, where’s he at with my dough?

[chorus]
serve the pub like a waiter, still give dirt for that paper
out of time with my trackie on, dog, hundred miles in my trainers
n-ggas gassed to puff status, glad to see i’m her favourite
all to cling on a razor, ?

serve the pub like a waiter, still give dirt for that paper
out of time with my trackie on, dog, hundred miles in my trainers
n-ggas gassed to puff status, glad to see i’m her favourite
all to cling on a razor, ?
gabos, gabos, gabos

- idzta

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