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letra de guacamole - tekneek

ohhhhh god it’s so good
mmmhmmmm so good
mmmmmm good n tasty
mmmmmmmmmm mmm
yeaaa ohhhh

pull up in coupes i’m doing the dash
rob me a n-gga don’t need me no mask
keith sweatin the cash i’m making it last
i’m beatin the fork right and pyrexing glass
chirps in my phone got me raising my stock
double my profit when i serve the drop
call me miyagi when i hit the chop
push of a b-tton i’m missing my top
i feel like andretti inside of this vette
poppin that p-ssy like tape on cassettes
smashing like hulk whenever i flex
give me the neck i don’t want no s-x
swerving in lanes likе i’m drinking too much
b-tch keep on talking she thinking too much
n-ggas stay talking they thinking they tough
pulling right up puttin onе in his gut
shrimp wit my grits b-tch you know that i’m geechie
rubbin on me like she need her a genie
don’t grant no wishes you know that i’m greedy
cheat on yo man b-tch you know that you sleezy
need me the benjis like i was blue face
cup full of oil it come from kuwait
she in my hands like all state
running up the racks n-gga all day
shop wittah n-gga pack just land
i hit a score drugs and the bands
all on the floor hit my lil dance
i’m on the stove beep
money machine watch me to go run it up
hit me a l!ck then i go double up
know we the sh-t they wanna f-ck wit us
gun on my hip
shop wittah n-gga pack just land
i hit a score drugs and the bands
all on the floor hit my lil dance
i’m on the stove beep
money machine watch me to go run it up
hit me a l!ck then i go double up
know we the sh-t they wanna f-ck wit us
gun on my hip

know i’m the sh-t feel like i’m rick i got the flair
fl!ck like a bic running for mayor
suck like a tick she know i’m a player
catching these serves don’t you call on my phone
12 hit the lights and i threw out the zone
high speed them n-ggas until i get home
searching for evidence all of its gone
feeling like jet li i might be the one
got me a ar big titties for drums
get me some wings right from tip of the tongue
sellin that thrax but won’t go in my lungs
she wanna come but not spending the night
catch you a uber right after this pipe
back to the money i’m up for the flight
beam in the whip like a satellite
pull out the strap and i strike like lightning
call my sh-t thor it hit like a viking
i can smell fear you n-ggas is freighted
shark in the water the blood is exciting
hit on the beat like mike tyson on mac
think it’s a game till yo head in yo lap
he owe me money i get it like drac
put it on flash and took me a snap
shop wittah n-gga pack just land
i hit a score drugs and the bands
all on the floor hit my lil dance
i’m on the stove beep
money machine watch me to go run it up
hit me a l!ck then i go double up
know we the sh-t they wanna f-ck wit us
gun on my hip
shop wittah n-gga pack just land
i hit a score drugs and the bands
all on the floor hit my lil dance
i’m on the stove beep
money machine watch me to go run it up
hit me a l!ck then i go double up
know we the sh-t they wanna f-ck wit us
gun on my hip

- tekneek

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