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letra de gutter gang, pt. 2 (feat. king kurt raps) - ykk

[chorus (ykk & king kurt raps)]
speaker f-ckin blaring loud
now we all up in the clouds
b-tch you can’t
mess with the gutter gang
riding round town
in a lambo laughing to the bank
f-ck coca-cola
i’m pouring that drank
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
f-ck with king kurt f-ck with me
that’s my brother
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
we boutta make it got green
like a putter
speaker f-ckin blaring loud
now we all up in the clouds
b-tch you can’t
f-ck with the gutter gang
i make these rapper
walk the plank
i write my own sh-t
while you out drawing a blank
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
f-ck with yk f-ck with me
that’s my brother
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
we boutta makе it got green
like a putter

[verse 1]
this is the grеatest sh-t
you know i made this sh-t
all of you play this sh-t
poppin these checks and sh-t
spit like a tech and sh-t
ice on my neck and sh-t
b-tch up next and sh-t
silk pillow beck and sh-t
i’m losing all my patients
i got fired from the er
wrists ain’t ever thawing
all the gold is where my t–th are
f-ck her then i dip
i can’t ever have no sweet heart
all up in that modern warfare
no treyarch
there ain’t a thing up in this world
that i can’t f-cking buy
they ask how much i got
but i can’t even count that high
eyes on the prize
the money, the fame
stuck on my prime
spitting the flame
grabbin that uzi
the sights take aim
pulling the trigger
k!lling the game
[chorus (ykk & king kurt raps)]
speaker f-ckin blaring loud
now we all up in the clouds
b-tch you can’t
mess with the gutter gang
riding round town
in a lambo laughing to the bank
f-ck coca-cola
i’m pouring that drank
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
f-ck with king kurt f-ck with me
that’s my brother
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
we boutta make it got green
like a putter

speaker f-ckin blaring loud
now we all up in the clouds
b-tch you can’t
f-ck with the gutter gang
i make these rapper
walk the plank
i write my own sh-t
while you out drawing a blank
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
f-ck with yk f-ck with me
that’s my brother
aye
b-tch you can’t f-ck with the gutter
we boutta make it got green
like a putter
[verse 2 (king kurt raps)]
double my cup, you know what’s up
i ain’t no p-ssy so fill that sh-t up
seeing the stars, tripping to venus
she wanna f-ck stars so grab on my p-n-s
im looking the cleanest, my raps stay the meanest
dollar to paper the paper look g*nius
i’m writing the thesis, boy you need jesus
seamless i’m speechless exposing your weakness
i scream with uniqueness, kurt is the first
you are the worst, i’m bring the sweetness
so suck on my sucker you better not pucker
i chat up your woman just so i can f-ck her
they sleeping on me like they were tucker
still repping the gutter i eat where’s your supper
tell mother i love her i’m born just to suffer
i’m making it big just wait till the summer was down

- ykk

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