letra de shit on em - smooth gio
[verse]
momma just called my phone, said i need to cut off the snakes
if a n-gga got a issue, he could say it to my face
b-tch i’m too raw for this sh-t, he can’t keep up the pace
done got me made up in this b-tch, i’m bout’ to turn up the bass
you need to listen to yo daddy, cause’ he got more taste
and yo b-tch a whole thot, she was f-ckin my dawg’ at his place
y’all some crazy motherf-ckers, man that weed must be laced
and i know i ain’t trippin, cause’ these thots i don’t chase
man it’s sad what these b-tch n-ggas’ can turn into
n-gga it’s only gio b-tch it can’t be two
i want a big booty lil b-tch, yea she is kinda cute
but, that b-tch a lil thot you know i can’t kis you
n-gga can’t get in this coupe
in my circle only few
jit’ is a lame overdue
believing these b-tches, the same b-tches that tried to give him that sue
don’t even try to hit me next year
cause’ on god this sh-t threw
boy boy you gon’ gon’ lose
she been f-cking on him, him, him
i be like d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
y’all tell me who the crazy one
see you competing, i’ll give you the run
making these n-ggas so mad just for fun
he don’t even got all of them racks (no)
f-ckin with gio’, i’ll show you the bag show
wanna talk’ bout my ex, i love these checks
the n-gga can’t even breathe my foot on his neck
really tried to guide that n-gga, tried to protect, but he wanna cuff a b-tch that’s for the clique
she be sucking on d-ck, i’ll give you that kick, n-gga don’t even know what hoe to pick
you better stop playing with me, fore’ i pop out with that stick, it’s a god d-mn shame cause’ i taught you some tricks
but you wanna say my name, you want me in the mix
and you in love with this fame, you ain’t been the same, got me wondering why i put you in the game
you better check your self, you better stay up in yo lane, last year i heard that b-tch got trained
you a jealous motherf-cker, tss, god d-mn
how the f-ck you gon bite from my godd-mn hand
i’m bout to rob this motherf-cker out his god d-mn fans
n-gga you fake as f-ck, b-tch you never been my mans
you could get these hands (dirty dan)
you don’t even got thirty bands
if they f-cking with you, they some nerdy fans
no car, you can’t even swerve your mans
watch out for that b-tch, she so dirty man
lovery boy, he’s a simpidity simp
man that f-ck boy, is a wimpity wimp
i’m to hot, check the tempidiy temp (yeah)
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