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gift - bac x gtg lyrics

we gone blow up like candy. wildin out like nick
creep in yo spot like i’m santa. n-ggas know that i’m a gift
rock emoji like a present and thats all they’ll get
wanna be rich or be famous, if that’s all we can get
{tez}
these girls givin head like a brain cell. i make up this bread like a grain field. no snitchin no way homie ian tell. i’m givin out sauce to my clientell. these n-ggas ain’t real like a fairytale. i follow the paper the moneytrail. these n-ggas too slow like by they whats-a-snail. my girl ain’t no charcole she caramel
i’m wipin em up like a napkin, i’m from the dirty bird n-gga no falcon. i flex on my ex so i call em no malcom. while they lookin back i run up and p-ss em. dis game too easy dis game ain’t no h-ssle. floor cold i call it alaska. built up the rep like it was a castle. i spray these lil n-ggas ion call em no raskals. and yes im the best, they know that im blessed
go get kelly an send a cross at yo chest. hit you from shoulder to shoulder yo stomach n-gga an i send the last one at yo neck
get to sprayin call these bullets fabreeze. stay with the gold like my name mr.t. i make u pay cause it ain’t free. disrespect me an you will pay a fee
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we gone blow up like candy. wildin out like nick
creep in yo spot like i’m santa. n-ggas know that i’m a gift
rock emoji like a present and thats all they’ll get
wanna be rich or be famous, if that’s all we can get
{k!lla}
man f-ck all that cappin i really be trappin an i keep dat strap in my jacket. my money is stackin he claimin he flashin run up with dat chain ima sn-tch it. my bro got the gun in the attic an i keep the drugs in th cabnet
i jumped off the porch at 11 an i pray to god i get to heaven, i cut my hoes of like machete these n-ggas be claimin they ready. an i got tez on my side. he gone put tha gun to his mellon
my bro was standin on the block on that block with dat crack he was sellin
i remeber them folks called the cops he got locked in dat jail for a month. and dat p-ssed me i couldn’t smoke a blunt, gave him water and crackers for lunch
on the gang ion do this for fun, dat 380 make a n-gga run. i got money its stacked to the ceiling, i got $1 got $100 got $50
i remeber them days i was broke, and them n-ggas din give me a penny
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we gone blow up like candy. wildin out like nick
creep in yo spot like i’m santa. n-ggas know that i’m a gift
rock emoji like a present and thats all they’ll get
wanna be rich or be famous, if that’s all we can get
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im the best of all time im the b.o.a.t. i am on top boy i dont sing i floo, ride through yo city like im on a float

- bac x gtg lyrics

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