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couple stacks - g-bo lean lyrics

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[verse 1]
trill yoc n-gga but my outfit come from italy
explains why, why these suckas wanna envy me ?
cousin mike sherm how i show a b-tch no sympathy
haters prayin’ on my downfall, i’m tee grizzley
f-cked yo baby mama in the whip now she missin me
bo d-ck easin’ down her throat it ain’t no kissin me
toss that coochie in the air, it’s just a frisbee
no i ain’t no bunny but i sho bring that energy
last time y’all came with a hit was last century
been knockin’ b-tches back to back since elementary
told you before, b-tch i’m that fly guy
don’t make send them hittas to your block and do a walk by
just got my guns licensed, wish a sucka would try
ain’t no sucka in my blood, it’s just a lot of pride
name g-bo lean, yes b-tch i’m that guy
no wings on my back, but yes b-tch i’m still fly
name buzzin, way more than a beehive
where i come from a snitch n-gga get kentucky fried
name buzzin, way more than a beehive
where i come from a snitch n-gga get kentucky fried

[hook]
remember as youngin when i touched my first stack?
lost that quick then i brought ten back
me and lil cousin in a foreign back to back
thumbin through that chicken all them hoes think i trap
feel real good when you touch a couple stacks (x3)
thumbin through that chicken all them hoes think i trap
g’s up!

[verse 2]
feel real good when you touch a couple stacks
i be thumbin through that chicken, i ain’t even gotta trap
fans sleepin on a kid, time to wake up some naps
bank roll h-lla fat, same size as warren sap
try to touch my designer getcho face hand clapped
whole squad got gas, the real men in black
love that g 27, i promise i won’t lack
lemme catch that pothead, i’ll knock the loud out his pack
hard work payin off, two middle fingers to slack
i’ma pitbull dog you just a cat up in a hat
payback! to you b-tch n-ggas from way back
owe a lot of bands i’m on yo scalp just like a wave cap
only want the mills, i don’t care about the fame
every beat i hop on releasin’ high octane(x2)

[hook]
remember as youngin when i touched my first stack?
lost that quick then i brought ten back
me and lil cousin in a foreign back to back
thumbin through that chicken all them hoes think i trap
feel real good when you touch a couple stacks (x3)
thumbin through that chicken all them hoes think i trap
g’s up!

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