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letra de gun parade - sharc & pi'erre bourne

[intro]
yeah, blood {?}

[verse 1]
i’m still hiding [?] away from my aunt
i had to [?] in the hypebeast [?]
huh, nut on her tramp stamp (tramp stamp)
(yeah, yeah)
she want me to love her, i can’t
can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t (can’t)

[chorus]
she only smoke weed, i told her to branch out, yeah (icky, icky, icky)
in front of his trap, we camp out, yeah (we camp out)
my wrist is lit like a lamp (lamp), he wanna be me but he can’t
can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t
he saw the stick and he ran (ooh), i do not blame him, it’s big
gl!cks, gl!cks, we got a whole lotta gl!cks (a whole lotta gl!cks)
young n-ggas gl!cked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
they stick ’em and stretch ’em, yeah, sh-t is like tetris, yeah (sh-t is like tetris)

[verse 2]
in the trap we got blocks, yeah (yeah)
you get clapped with the glock, yeah (glockesha)
shorty she fine, she smilin’, her smile shine like [?]
sharcy got [?] on [?] and i kept my [?] on me
n-ggas so out of pocket, popped ’em, heard they plotting on me
she giving me awesome noggin, you know i how i splash her eyelids full
she giving me johnny rocket vibes, that lil’ milkshake she [?]
and we don’t drink [?], just purple wock’ in cups for coffee (wockesha)
the stick like wave grease, the .45 special gon’ brush your homie (brush)
[chorus]
she only smoke weed, i told her to branch out, yeah
in front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
my wrist is lit like a lamp, he wanna be me but he can’t
can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t
he saw the stick and he ran, i do not blame him, it’s big
gl!cks, gl!cks, we got a whole lotta gl!cks
young n-ggas gl!cked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
they stick ’em and stretch ’em, yeah, sh-t is like tetris, yeah

[verse 3]
.45 special (big [?], yeah, yeah)
i still hide chops from auntie, still got rocks and xannies (facts)
my face still good in the warzone, still shoot iphone p-rno (no funny sh-t)
baby got a bust down cartilage, diamonds in her earlobe (yeah, her earlobe)
you know that she stiff like a scarecrow, you stalkin’ my b-tch like a weirdo (stalkin’ my b-tch like a weirdo)
suppressor on the stick like a eggroll, shooter on go like diego
leave his wig like a bagel, pour two zips in my faygo (yeah, yeah)
drop that boy like his label, [?] pick up the yayo ([?] get the yayo)

[chorus]
she only smoke weed, i told her to branch out, yeah
in front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
my wrist is lit like a lamp, he wanna be me but he can’t
can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t
he saw the stick and he ran, i do not blame him, it’s big
gl!cks, gl!cks, we got a whole lotta gl!cks
young n-ggas gl!cked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
they stick ’em and stretch ’em, yeah, sh-t is like tetris, yeah

- sharc pierre bourne

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