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letra de go stupid, go crazy - timp music

[chorus]
go stupid, go crazy
h-ll nah, i ain’t havin’ babies
‘cause i shot cupid
like a caddy i be looping
go ahead and call your cap
if you in my face, get back
got my hair sl!cked, all back
calling plays out, b-tch
just like a quarterback, yuh
try me or mob, i don’t care, i’ll get yo neck snapped
better be careful, next time you get that close, b-tch, get back
‘cuz then we pullin’ up in the four door, black, ah, cadillac
then we gonna give you an attack, so hard it f—ed up your cardiac
[post-chorus]
b-tch i’m the future
f-ck her once then imma boot her
i ain’t no moocher
kick her out if she don’t know how to use the soocher
h-ll nah i ain’t putting it in her p–per
not even if i get paid
cause i don’t care that much about getting laid
it’s not even worth it to call that b-tch bae
never gonna be looking gray
if i do, i don’t know if i can be saved

[verse 1]
good question, i guess this rap sh-t is an obsession
welcome to the mob we’ll give you a lesson
rule 1: always tote your smith & wesson
rule 2: hope that you ain’t bested
rule 3: guess you gonna to have to see
don’t you know that admission ain’t free?
that sh-t insulting, although we got all this cash we been vaulting
the way, we never gonna be sulking
stole all their cash now they gon be defaulting
f-ck it, lets break the bank
if you a snake, imma stab you with a shank
puffin on zooties like that sh-t stank
waitin’ on verses, oh, don’t be late, b-tch
think you’re tough? pump the brakes
nah b-tch you soft as a cake
add some milk, you a frosted flake
i can’t believe you think you’re great (they’re great!)
b-tch i’m tiger, and you’s a liar
i’m getting higher, you ain’t nothing but a garbage buyer
get on your knees, and call me sire
[bridge]
but my gang ruthless we all getting higher
finna go dump yo sh-t in a garbage fire
with no more money for you to retire
my mob, my gang, we murderer’s for hire
trenches together, when it got dire
but we up, choppas gonna sing like choir
back to back, and go shot for shot
it’s something that you would really admire
b-tch yeah!

[chorus]
go stupid, go crazy
h-ll nah i ain’t havin’ babies
‘cause i shot cupid
like a caddy i be looping
go ahead and call your cap
if you in my face, get back
got my hair sl!cked, all back
calling plays out, b-tch
just like a quarterback, yuh
try me or mob, i don’t care, i’ll get yo neck snapped
better be careful, next time you get that close, b-tch, get back
‘cuz then we pullin’ up in the four door, black, ah, cadillac
then we gonna give you an attack, so hard it f—ed up your cardiac
[post-chorus]
b-tch i’m the future
f-ck her once then imma boot her
i ain’t no moocher
kick her out if she don’t know how to use the soocher
h-ll nah i ain’t putting it in her p–per
not even if i get paid
cause i don’t care that much about getting laid
it’s not even worth it to call that b-tch bae
never gonna be looking gray
if i do, i don’t know if i can be saved

[verse 2]
oh yeah but you know that is just a taste
do what i must, i won’t tempt fate
but i cannot lie every day a test and i won’t break
sometimes i don’t get no rest and that s— ache
but i’m the best and i know that’ll never shake

[chorus]
go stupid, go crazy
h-ll nah i ain’t havin’ babies
‘cause i shot cupid
like a caddy, i be looping
go ahead and call your cap
if you in my face, get back
got my hair sl!cked, all back
calling plays out, b-tch
just like a quarterback, yuh
try me or mob, i don’t care, i’ll get yo neck snapped
better be careful, next time you get that close, b-tch, get back
‘cuz then we pullin’ up in the four door, black, ah, cadillac
then we gonna give you an attack, so hard it f—ed up your cardiac
b-tch i’m the future

[outro]
uh!

- timp music

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