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letra de galore - jose guapo

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[intro]
uh, that’s what i’m sayin’, yeah
cashmoneyap
f-ck goin’ on?
not this sh-t? [?] gone?
[?]

[chorus]
i’m not a yes man, sip hi-tech man
you talkin’ reckless, fifty k on a necklace
pop me a xanax, i hope he don’t panic
and she got a fat -ss, ridin’ on spandex
i drip, even when it’s still a drought
these hoes some [?], they just lookin’ for some clout
i like them lips, so you know i want the mouth
all this weed and all this lean got a n-gg- fallin’ out

[verse 1]
roll up a backwood and go on and face it
i’m extravagant, can’t f-ck no ho that’s basic
i shop at saks, ho, i don’t shop at macy’s
just wanna f-ck, ho, i don’t want relations
two cups stuffed, jumpin’ outta sp-ce ships
and it’s a big sprinter, so you know its [?]
this dirty mud, are you sure you wanna taste this?
i take drugs b-tch, ho i might just lace this
ho look at my diamonds, rose gold bracelet
i believe in god and i don’t f-ck with satan
i just need me a pint
and pour it in a two liter, hope i don’t faint

[chorus]
i’m not a yes man, sip hi-tech man
you talkin’ reckless, fifty k on a necklace
pop me a xanax, i hope he don’t panic
and she got a fat -ss, ridin’ on spandex
i drip, even when it’s still a drought
these hoes some [?], they just lookin’ for some clout
i like them lips, so you know i want the mouth
all this weed and all this lean got a n-gg- fallin’ out

[verse 2]
i been f-ckin’ on these dancers for a long -ss time
if you wanna f-ck me, where you going? wait in line
gotta pour a duece of better, n-gg- we don’t drink [?]
i ain’t runnin’ with the sheeps, n-gg- i’m runnin’ with the lions
mix some codeine, i’m a codeine fiend
talkin’ promethazine, n-gg- i’m talkin’ promethazine
pent house floor, you know i got my feet up
f-ck n-gg-s on the ground, they can’t see us
xvl we all bosses, ain’t no leeches
i got caught with lean in school by my teachers
yeah, balenciaga sneakers
they know they on an ether, these b-tches wanna freak us

[chorus]
i’m not a yes man, sip hi-tech man
you talkin’ reckless, fifty k on a necklace
pop me a xanax, i hope he don’t panic
and she got a fat -ss, ridin’ on spandex
i drip, even when it’s still a drought
these hoes some [?], they just lookin’ for some clout
i like them lips, so you know i want the mouth
all this weed and all this lean got a n-gg- fallin’ out

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