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which is which? - ​​gardenguyz1026 lyrics

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[intro]
gardenguyz1026

[chorus]
g*g*got my gun, got my d*ck, don’t know which is which (i don’t know)
finna pull it out and shoot it right inside this b*tch (b*tch)
know you hear these shots i*i*in yo mama (yo mama)
send yo dad condolences f*f*for his trauma (his trauma)

[verse 1]
you can’t get my style (you can’t), you can’t get my style (you can’t)
i*i*i’m too cool for you (i am) a*a*and it’s been a while (i am)
i know you like my suite, my martin margiela (uh*huh)
yeah, the black is on the outside and the white, so vienneta (ya dig?)
p*p*pick up and build these blocks (okay), l*l*like i’m bob the builder (yeah)
and you can try to pick and choose, but you could never build her (you can’t)
se*see, one day she just comin’ in while i was countin’ money (uh*huh)
an*and next thing that we knowin’, now my d*ck is in her tummy (uh*huh)
(in hеr tummy, in her tummy, in her tummy, in her tummy, in hеr tum—)

[chorus]
g*g*got my gun, got my d*ck, don’t know which is which
finna pull it out and shoot it right inside this b*tch
know you hear these shots i*i*in yo mama
send yo dad condolences for his trauma
[verse 2]
i feel like i’ve got it, this money, i pick it up and i flaunt it
man, these females ask, “where’s the cargo sp*ce?” and i tell them, “it’s under the bonnet”
in the crib, laid back, where i tote them spinners, i’m sorry, i’m just being honest
and mandem just cum on her face, no condom in her wallet (bruv, splat)
i chingged that man, now he rolled over like my spliff
got his ting over, knickers off, and cum on her tits
i pulled up in a range, he pulled up in a renault, yeah

[chorus]
g*g*got my gun, got my d*ck, don’t know which is which (i don’t know)
finna pull it out and shoot it right inside this b*tch (b*tch)
know you hear these shots i*i*in yo mama (yo mama)
send yo dad condolences for his trauma (his trauma)

[post*chorus]
don’t know which is which
your such a b*tch
i’m in bed with yo mama
now yo mama’s got drama

[outro]
yo mama, oh
yo mama
oh, yo mama, mama, ma*ma, mama, hey
f*ck yo mama, mama
i don’t even know if i wanna, wanna
i don’t even know if we’re gonna, gonna
smoke a ho like marijuana (ur*ur*ur1n3 beat, baby)
oh*oh*oh

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