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gusher guts - comethazine lyrics

[intro]
b-tch, yeah, ayy, b-tch
is that shoki on the beat?
i just left london, i just left london
ayy, yeah (b-tch), ayy, ooh (yeah)

[chorus]
i just left london, i’m money thumbin’
dover street, twenty bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
sorry lil’ n-gga, you had this sh-t comin’
catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
he got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
n-ggas want beef, i got ketchup and mustard
pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
i just left london, i’m money thumbin’
dover street, twenty bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
sorry lil’ n-gga, you had this sh-t comin’
catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
he got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
n-ggas want beef, i got ketchup and mustard
pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[verse]
the whole d-mn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumb-ss
pull up on them and i’m letting the gun blast
i got like forty-five left in this glock
this is my mop and it hold fifty shots
i took that lambo’ right off of the lot
and did the dash, i had to run from the cops
double the cup then i’m pourin’ the drop
and drink it fast, b-tch, i be sippin’ a lot
put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
and spent the bag just to look down at this clock
watch me turn up on these n-ggas
got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a n-gga would stop
when i run down on a n-gga
i do him bad, yeah i knock his -ss right out his socks
don’t try to clown me, lil’ n-gga
you wasting your time and i wish that you n-ggas would stop

[chorus]
i just left london, i’m money thumbin’
dover street, twenty bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
sorry lil’ n-gga, you had this sh-t comin’
catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
he got strawberry guts and burst like a gusher
n-ggas want beef, i got ketchup and mustard
pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
i just left london, i’m money thumbin’
dover street, twenty bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
sorry lil’ n-gga, you had this sh-t comin’
catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
he got strawberry guts and burst like a gusher
n-ggas want beef, i got ketchup and mustard
pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

- comethazine lyrics

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