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letra de dsk - tgk-afg ft. gutta evans

chorus by gutta evans
i wonder if she knows, how all these girls be chasin’ me, when i’m on a roll
i wonder if she knows how all these lil babies wanna f-ck me on the low
i wonder if she knows, i gotta know. (x2)
i wonder if she knows, how all these girls be chasin’ me, when i’m on a roll
i wonder if she knows how all these lil babies wanna f-ck me on the low
i wonder if she knows, i gotta know. (x2)

verse 1
firs an foremos, we don love dese hoes. sorry fo’ my goals, dat’s jus how it goes
neva wud i eva let anotha b-tch close, love’s a drug, i’ve only taken one dose
dat’s dat pimp life, so i guess it chose me. marry me please, izzat wat she tol me?
y’know i could neva hav dat one an only, bolorado b-tches all turn out phony
givin real good ‘d’, who cud oppose me? yeah i rap fast, but my tongue mov slowly
hart far away, but in bed it git close ‘b’, don see me in tha streets accin like u kno me
sinnin’ a lot, but i gotta look holy, kno i gotta score so i p-ss tha goalie
bed really big so it kinda git lonely, so i take ‘er to tha stars like i’m david bowie
moved dat phat -ss like a belly dancer, p-ssy so good it got tha cure fo cancer
tried to make me nut, so i hadda outlast her, s-x so good it gave me all tha answers
hart’s locked up, but she got thru it. saw thru it den she shot thru it
pretty out, but she like raw sewage. aww phooey, u kno how thot’s do it
guess dat’s why i got trust issues, i give away my hart an it gits misused
i guess hoes an sl-ts are two-an-two, i guess it could neva jus be me an u
but i ain beggin, i jus keep it coo, foo wit me once, now i’mma foo fo u
foo wit me twice now tha blame’s on you, gotta n-gga not knowin wat tha f-ck to do
like ayyo hey mac, i’m like way back, so kno dat i don giv a f-ck how u play dat
i’m jus tryna spit way phat, til our pockets git way phat
so i don giva f-ck how you hoes be, hear my n-gga gutta hit tha bridge jus like do-re-mi
the great king afg

hook (repeats chorus)

verse 2
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-
p-ssy weed an cash, all i got time fo. when i git low, i jus gotta grind mo
los my hart to a h-lla fine wh0r-, found it, yo i jus hope u find yours
threw dat sh-t out, cuz i don really need it, cain hava blood n-gga catch me bleedin
i ain no crip, but i’m blue dis evenin, i don rep, but i gang bang if u feel me
p-ssy issa snack, an i love to eat it, when i’m done i tell ’em mike jack beat it
but erry hoe swear dey misread me, i don giva f-ck ’bout yo feelin’s
call me a -ssh0l-, i jus keep it real ‘g,’ neva been fake, you jus don kno tha real me
always down to f-ck like really really, always down to git a buck like really really
so if u smart, u shud kno tha deal b, low-key cuffin if u tryna feel me
lemme com to u to git some good healin’, an i’mma giv u dat s-xual feelin’
hands fo yo mans, tel ’em com an fight me, watch his -ss run like he sportin’ nike
den we pull up, an i’mma swipe you hi-key, wen we f-ck you shud support an hype me
tel me watchu want, make yo voice all whiny, stare me in tha eyes while u on top grindin
pound me on tha chest like u bout to fight me, gimme good dome, an i’ll treat u rightly
how i treat hoes, i shud hav a lotta haters, but i made yo girl a freak, you shud thank me fo it lata
why you lookin’ at me funny like i ova-tipped tha waiter, i don evn giva f-ck watchu kno, dis sh-t a banger!

outro (repeats chorus)

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