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alpha (remix) - guapdad 4000 lyrics

[intro: guapdad 4000]
yeah

[chorus: guapdad 4000]
i don’t trust fake n*ggas (yeah)
or snake n*ggas (yeah)
i could bake n*ggas or get cake with ’em (cake)
lil’ brother caught a new court case with it (court)
i just pray the footage ain’t have his face in it
i’m in first*class business every time i fly (yeah)
got caught slippin’ once now while i slide (uh)
with ten hunnid n*ggas with me right outside
’cause that other sh*t stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy (baby, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah

[verse 1: guapdad 4000]
my b*tch titties soft, your b*tch titties hard
i was f*ckin’ up a check and gave birth to a debit card
she asked for money i said, “ok, hеre”
you n*ggas rapey, you is f*ckin’ weird
took my soul, p*ssy singin’ off thеm percs, i call her pill scott
hit it from the front and move her hand she say, “chill guap” (chill)
i gotta f*ck my b*tch from the front, she got a fire face
eat the p*ssy multiple times, it’s an acquired taste (hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm)
just because you got my playbook don’t mean you scorin’ plays
i can be a business man, a scammer or a wh0re today (yeah)
add a real n*gga to the end i’m all four today (yeah)
could’ve stopped the verse right here but i got more to say
bougie b*tch got me drinkin’ wine this a sauvignon blanc
on the phone with chance mister b*tches he gon’ bring ‘m home
opps did me dirty down in texas, they was dead wrong
but we gon’ make sure they just dead
make sure that n*ggas dead, k!lled ’em
body bagged and sealed ’em
hit the opps like black ops, swat and a seal team
rich n*gga i’m filthy, whole sclap is silky
accuse me of bein’ him, f*ck, i’m guilty
i just touched down michigan, i hit up packman
he wanna do normal sh*t but i’m extravagant
plus i’m havin’ sh*t
more carrots on me than rabbit sh*t
if my b*tch get drunk, she might stab a b*tch
[chorus: guapdad 4000]
she don’t trust fake n*ggas (yeah)
or snake n*ggas (yeah)
i could bake n*ggas or get cake with ’em (cake)
lil’ brother caught a new court case with it (court)
i just pray the footage ain’t have his face in it
i’m in first*class business every time i fly (yeah)
got caught slippin’ once now while i slide (uh)
with ten hunnid n*ggas with me right outside
’cause that other sh*t stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy (baby, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
i’m with ten b*tches in belize, me and guapdad
i won’t leave my baby mama, got the thots mad
we ‘posed to be f*ckin’, talking ’bout marriage on the first date
ugh, you ain’t my type, i like hoes that swallow c*cks fast
w*w*wait, stop the beat, don’t ever ask me ’bout no rubber, b*tch
that’s like cookin’ baked chicken in an oven mitt
gucci on my kids but growin’ up i wore my cousin sh*t
i wanna f*ck breon robinson but she’s my publicist
these are not mike amiris these levis
f*f*five dollars for the trunks and they’re knee highs
told my b*tch go get her friends, a greedy n*gga, bae i need sides
big booty b*tch sat on my face and gave me pink eye
spirit airlines every time i fly
or is frontier skiplagged how i book my flights
i’m a cheap n*gga don’t give a f*ck if i die
just give me the aisle row seat and i’ll be just fine
[chorus: guapdad 4000]
i don’t trust fake n*ggas (yeah)
or snake n*ggas (yeah)
i could bake n*ggas or get cake with ’em (cake)
lil’ brother caught a new court case with it (court)
i just pray the footage ain’t have his face in it
i’m in first*class business every time i fly (yeah)
got caught slippin’ once now while i slide (uh)
with ten hunnid n*ggas with me right outside
’cause that other sh*t stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy (baby, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah

[outro]
(are we good, james delguapo?)

- guapdad 4000 lyrics

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