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letra de smith & wesson - ​mguapo

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[intro]
guapo
(dayo)
fah
fah

[chorus]
i cannot lack with this stick (what?)
is he willing to die for his sh-t? (fah, fah)
bad b-tch on me, she wanting my kids (what?)
uh, i had to hit it, then dip
big gg and it’s stuck on my hip (grah, grah)
smith & wesson, fell in love with the kick (fah)
burn ’em, crodie done burned up his skin (fah)
hit up his chest, i bet he felt the kick (bah, bah, bah)
[verse 1]
uh, deep in love with my glocky (glocky)
uh, only use burners, walkie talkie
shorty, she say that i’m c-cky (fah)
deep in her guts, now she calling me papi (no cap)
uh, cro wanna go on a two man (two man), i gotta link with this next b-tch (next b-tch)
i know, lil’ shorty, she want me, she sending me kisses all up in our texts (fah, fah)
he said he did what to who? (who?) thought he was bod, turned him to a runner (go get him)
thought i would run whеn you pulled out that burner (no cap)
ride for your guys, got ‘еm leaking like water (grah, grah)
i gotta keep me a knocker (a what?)
do you wanna see the doctor? (no cap)
high school days, stuffing youths in the locker
smoking dead man, mixed in my grabba (grrt, bah, bah, bah)
bah, bah, ready for war
i’m on your block and we finna explore (fah, fah)
they talking ’bout dead, but ain’t upping the score
got a fat ass lil’ thottie and lil’ booty wh0re (bah, bah)
he talking to feds, he a b-tch behind doors
how you claim you the king of east city, you wh0re? (eastside sh-t)
i can’t even beef with these kids anymore (grrt, grrt)
got a b-tch to go send me your drop ’cause i’m bored (bah, bah, bah)

[chorus]
i cannot lack with this stick (no cap)
is he willing to die for his sh-t? (fah, fah)
bad b-tch on me, she wanting my kids
uh, i had to hit it, then dip
big gg and it’s stuck on my hip (gg)
smith & wesson, fell in love with the kick (no cap)
burn ’em, crodie done burned up his skin (grah)
hit up his chest, i bet he felt the kick (this that eastside sh-t)
[verse 2]
fire, fire
that boy, he gon’ die, die (fah)
shoot it through his eye, eye (grrt)
got ’em goin’, “ah, ah,” bye, bye (grrt, grrt, bah, bah, bah)
bah, bah, crodie got them chops out (go get ’em, fah)
cc when we hop out (fah, fah)
they done got me mad, now them glocks out (where he at?)
p-ssed, aim at his māthā
real deal steppers, gon’ get ’em, run ’em down at the rabba
g-19 turn that boy to a dancer (yeah)
knockin’ down doors, givin’ smoke like i’m santa (eastside sh-t)
my b-tches be bad, on my d-ck, she look better
i stay for the night, after that, i forget her (come here)
i’m up the east, in the ends, do not enter (gang, grah)
you say that it’s smoke, man, i’m slidin’ forever
they must forgot (what?)
f-ck with the gang, man, i’m taking your top (no cap)
i got some shooters all up in the block (fah, bah)
cro put in pain, man, this sh-t never stop
go get ’em, bullets feeling hot
the heat off the spark, man, i shoot it a lot (where they at?)
cro in the trap, water whip the pot (gang)
the way that we hop out, lookin’ like we swat (p-ssy)
dead man
i love smoking dead man
don’t care what you said, man
in love with my bread, man
yeah, yeah, dead man
go get you some bread, man
i can’t beef with them, man
’cause my guys get you dead, man
[outro]
dead man
i love smoking dead man (fah, fah)

- mguapo

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