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pinkies up - g-mo skee lyrics

[verse 1]
look
they say you gotta change with the times
but i don’t like the new school so i’m staying behind
you could pop another xanny, pass away and just die
on the side of a busy highway in dubai
kiss my ass, i’m smoking big chop gas
b*tch i spaz and y’all need to get off flat
’cause you n*ggas love talking, f*ck this podcast
hip*hop trash, i’ma bring slipknot back
i f*cked your bitty, she got one titty like the oblongs
when the last time somebody said “play your song”?
meanwhile i’m finna ball out like lance armstrong
this is not music, this a god d*mn car bomb
what’s the name of the label that you’re working with?
i’ve never heard of it, call it february 30th
your album was so f*cking pathetic i’m returning it
and burning down the store just for sеlling and supporting it (this sh*t sucks!)
so eat a c*ck*meat sandwich and some orangеs
before i crush a n*gga and turn him to an accordion
i’m not an alcoholic but i’m finna chug a 40
and i just so happened to be drunk while i was recording this

[hook]
my team we some, sippers
we can’t drink enough, liquor
no emcee can f*ck, with us
keep my pinky up, n*gga
my pinky up, n*gga
keep my pinky up, n*gga
my pinky up, n*gga
keep my pinky up, n*gga n*gga
[bridge]
ever since i was a kid i had a foul mouth
and then i got a little big, i’m finna wild out
wait ’till they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
how about you n*ggas stop rapping and you bow down?

[verse 2]
n*ggas know what time it is with me
if you go against me, then you’re history
i’m so sick, f*ck six, give me ten feet
i used to rip sh*t from richmond to twin peaks
back when them cats had a volvo with six speeds
yelling [?], rest in peace big b
i was 16 turning emcees to minced meat
whether you believe it or not, that sh*t is ripley’s
i could give a f*ck if you call me one*dimensional
i’m biggie smalls’ interlude, i just wanna sh*t on you
y’all n*ggas have no flavour but you n*ggas food
y’all n*ggas so plain, no john witherspoon
all i do is kick ass an entire song
my firearm look like it came from cybertron
your f*cking brain must be smaller than a spider’s b*lls
if you go against a n*gga like me, right or wrong
after i say these obnoxious things
n*ggas’ll never wanna see me cook again like paula dean
they hit me on the web with a lot of memes
’til i caught them in person and hit them with the bada*bing
[hook]
my team we some, sippers
we can’t drink enough, liquor
no emcee can f*ck, with us
keep my pinky up, n*gga
my pinky up, n*gga
keep my pinky up, n*gga
my pinky up, n*gga
keep my pinky up, n*gga n*gga

[bridge]
ever since i was a kid i had a foul mouth
and then i got a little big, i’m finna wild out
wait ’til they get a load of me, bit my style, ow
how about you n*ggas stop rapping and you bow down?

- g mo skee lyrics

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