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letra de get em gone - keshhgotbandz

[verse 1: keshhgotbandz]
the belt is gucci, the hoodie is louie
my diamonds so icy they call me a boogie (wet)
my car is foreign that b-tch cost three hundred
two hundred thousand that b-tch really pushin’
ice on my neck yeah it feel like a slushee
i f-ck in your b-tch her p-ssy is gushy (yuh)
i’m feeling like steph 4th quarter i’m clutchin
i spray down your block don’t mess with my cousin
free all the gang free all my cousins
they went for two years i can’t even touch em
all i been thinking was money and hustling
i get to the bag and stay undercover
sipping this lean i pour up codeine
i pour up that honey i’m smoking on green
smoking this loud i got all the pounds
getting em gone i serve all the clowns
real big cubans my neck really icy

[verse 2: gatpak]
real big diamonds on my ap
i don’t really f-ck with no lady
said i k!lled the beat said i at lil baby
she hit me up on the daily
i get the guap i’m too lazy
selling the b-tch [?]
young [?] sound like gravy
i hit the blunt and i’m feeling all shaky

[verse 3: lil raid]
my neck really icy
my shawty is wifey
that b-tch said she want me
she just want the money
i’m sipping on ballet
my diamonds are lovely
shoot like the navy
b-tch [?] is wavy
go in like tracy
b-tch i am on top
got no time for [?] none of these thots
b-tch don’t want try me
i’m gone catch a body
i f-ck with your thotty
she giving me toppy (woah)
pull up to the block n-gga really gone drop sh-t
pull up with the chopstick
let it hit like mobs hit (ooh, yeah)
you can get f-cked up
mother f-cking n-gga really talking like his luck up (aye)
don’t test your luck lil n-gga
pull up b-tch i’m catch figures
pull up might f-ck on yo momma
she sucking d-ck out the commas
all of my n-ggas are hommer like (ooh)
i’m feeling just like obama
i run this trap like osama (aye)
i run your b-tch like ya nana
(aye aye aye aye)

[outro: keshhgotbandz]
the belt is gucci, the hoodie is louie
my diamonds so icy they call me a boogie
my car is foreign that b-tch cost three hundred
two hundred thousand that b-tch really pushin’
ice on my neck yeah it feel like a slushee
i f-ck in your b-tch her p-ssy is gushy

- keshhgotbandz

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