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letra de gmfu - kombo

[intro]
phew, yeah (yo, mtwenty, where you at?)
mm, yeah, yeah
yeah, huh, yeah
yeah, yeah, hol up, okay (is that eliesg?)

[chorus]
racks inside my bag, lil’ b-tch, got rafs, chrome hearts my swag, lil’ b-tch
i could make you mad, lil’ b-tch, you really going out sad, lil’ b-tch (sad)
hop inside the jag, lil’ b-tch, i feel just like the man, lil’ b-tch (man)
said you got bread, that’s cap, lil’ b-tch, ain’t no reason to act, lil’ b-tch (no)
yeah, n-ggas got me f-cked up
keep lil’ semi tucked up
benihana, uh-huh
and i bought a benz truck (benz)
and she love the pressure
kombo, b-tch, i’m next up (next)
she wan’ f-ck, put legs up
amg, could kick my legs up (kick)
at the front, yeah
i do all this sh-t for fun, yеah
you just sad, and you just dumb, yeah
n-ggas wish that i was dumb, yeah
call me, uh, thе don, yeah
baby what you want, yeah
don’t miss me when i’m gone, yeah
she said i make her numb, yeah (true)
on the inside
i keep couple bl!cks, fight
trapping out the x5
see your b-tch, yeah, that’s mine
amg, b-tch, let’s ride
’round hoes like the west side
i’m the goat, yeah, hence why (hence, why, why, why)
i could get the sh-t you paying for, for free n-gga (for real)
it’s very obvious, i’m who you wanna be n-gga (on god)
when i pull up onto the block, yeah, then he flee, n-gga (on god)
my pockets blue, and the other half is green n-gga (it’s green)
watch when i come to canada, all my pockets turned brown just like i sh-tted, hol’ up
all black windows tinted, hol’ up
i’on even wanna feel it, na na
f-ck this b-tch, she a trini, uh
give me like a minute, hol’ on
couple of seconds to hit it, yeah
straight jeans with the fitted, yeah, hol’ up
[verse]
i could call up the cartel
and, lil’ b-tch it’s still f-ck 12 (ha)
keep two 9, up on the shelf (eighteen)
that sh-t like equal my age (eighteen)
baby b-tch, my love is rage (oh, h-ll)
i’m evil, she burning sage
i [?] plague, when i come out with this arp and—
—pull up with these fives, yeah
i caught him in the drive-thru we put ketchup on his fries, yeah (blood)
lil’ b-tch, do not play with me, cuz’ you know i got ties, yeah (mob)
do not even look at me, cuz’ i put doom in your eyes, yeah (it’s scary)
yeah, hol up, wait
i might run it back, i make you run like a track (back, track race)
i got a benz, i switch to a cat
this b-tch swinging just like a bat
pockets, gon’ blow up, just cuz’ they fat
cannot associate, you a rat
i could easily make you mad
no mj, this b-tch so bad (bad)
when i got her, she just brag
and that b-tch is off two tabs
with this sh-t, i [?]
told her hop into the cat, and leave
cuz’ you don’t serve me (nah)
what else can’t you see? (what?)
ok, run this sh-t back again

- kombo

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