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64 bars - baby stone gorillas & gotdamnitdupri lyrics

[intro]
it’s five straps laid around—
(god d*mn it, dupri)

[verse 1]
it’s five straps laid around this crib, i’ma let one blow
bad freaky b*tches shakin’ ass, i need like six more
hit her from the back and left her ass, she was sick though
red glock got a beam with a fifty, that hold fifty too
i’m finna buy that ‘hawk, when i stay low, i’m gettin’ jiggy too
they feelin’ like them n*ggas over there, b*tch, we them n*ggas too
you get up in our way and we gon’ step, we show you bulletproof
my n*gga got a mop, he ain’t gon’ aim it, he gon’ swing it
in the trenches, it get dangerous, please get careful what you banging
if he got it, i’ma strip him, lеt these hollow tippers meet him
at thе funeral, it’s gon’ greet him
they like, “d*mn, you ain’t seen him?”
half a ticket on the table, b*tch, that paper been around
rawdog, good weed, bring it through, we bust it down
we was starvin’ in the trenches, now they see we made a way
and we ain’t worried about them suckers, y’all know everybody hate
[verse 2]
dirty k’s and alleyways, you can’t bick it in the jays
bps, f*ck the rest, b*tch, we everybody*k
what you say that day he k? b*tch, we got it out the mud
got it out the mud and it’ll make everybody hate
i got glocky out today, i ain’t bringin’ out the k
i got a white b*tch, she look like britney in the face
i ain’t f*ckin’ erica ’cause i was stiff the other day
i got a cougar b*tch, she suckin’ d*ck off alizé
ugh, she hit the gas and almost crashed, i told her brake, brake, brake
beat the p*ssy off the perc’, she want a break, break, break
she need some me up in her life, i told her, “hold up, baby, wait”
i could sing to your b*tch or talk spicy like some mase
you think i ain’t got that b*tch? it’s okay, we could play
you say you ain’t f*ckin’ who? do i look stupid in the face?
he sent some shots over where? you think i ain’t shoot him in the face?
i fell in love with louis, but i look gucci in some bape

[verse 3]
told her, “i’m a nasty n*gga, put the coochie in my face”
i threw some money in the air, she threw it back and made it shake
i had to tell her, “don’t trip, i got a gun up on my waist”
i sparked the ‘wood, it’s filled with blood, that sh*t was hittin’, on the gang
we in the field like ea sports, but we ain’t playing no game
brodie like to run up and start shootin’ close range
i’m all in traffic, you could see a big*body switchin’ lanes
your car be slappin’, who you playin’? bsg, that’s on the gang
ek!llaofftheblock or energy, yeah, that’s my name
i came from trappin’, now i’m rappin’, but to me, it’s all the same
yeah, the product you be cookin’ in the stu’, it cut my flame
now we supply ’em with the work, they f*ck with us, man, it’s amazing
stay away from suckers, they be hating, it’s all contagious
all i want is green and don’t like blues, i guess i’m racist
go out the way to get my drip, i see you watching, that’s all i’m saying
i need a payment before you think we finna f*ck, that’s all i’m saying
[verse 4]
caught him lacking, it was tragic
when we see him, he ain’t have it
he tried to run, but he panicked
but these bullets came and wrap it
get him close where i could tap him
headshot, i should’ve jabbed him
jays slidin’ up in traffic
you can’t slide if you ain’t active
military park boy, these other n*ggas nonfactors
a street, bsg, you know my n*ggas keep it active
i like them classy, kind of mean, and she be actin’ kind of ratchet
and when i hit it from the back, she like, “the baby stones be bracking”
i would be still up in the field if i ain’t never started rapping
i know some n*ggas kept it solid, some fold under pressure
i don’t wanna f*ck your b*tch, she told me that i get her wetter
but i could take her to the set and stash the glock up in her sweater
my white b*tch named heather, she let me stash it in her dresser
every time she take a hit, she be like, “d*mn, n*gga, that’s pressure”
your b*tch, she all up on her knees and i’m like, “d*mn, i just met her”
hit that b*tch from last week, got that fire and do it better

[outro]
jays

- baby stone gorillas gotdamnitdupri lyrics

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