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perkys - guapo lyrics

[intro: guapo]
(vm got the sauce)
percocet, you want one?
no
oh, you don’t do percs?
no, i don’t personally, no (oh)
but, uh
i need me a perc’, my motherf*ckin’ bag in there, i put ten in there, let me pop a perc’ right quick (ayy)
no cap

[verse 1: guapo]
ayy, i popped a perky, that b*tch got me itchin’ and scratchin’
i bend a b*tch over, then f*ck from the back end
i ranned it up off of trappin’ and rappin’
this off the top, i ain’t doin’ no cappin’
stick on my hip, when i up, get to clappin’
n*gga say he a shooter, he ain’t ’bout that action
man, these n*ggas be cappin’, they really ain’t havin’
b*tch like my drip, spend some bands on the fashion
i’m drippin’ hard, i might need me a napkin
i got it tucked, probably think that i’m lackin’
free that ho tavo, he locked up in kansas
won’t snitch on the gang, so don’t ask me what happened
i’m tryna drive the boat, b*tch, i’m the captain
don’t wanna f*ck, baby, just give me caption
kick the b*tch out, that lil’ ho a distraction
i told the b*tch beat it just like michael jackson
[interlude: d flowers]
naturally
ayy, what the f*ck these n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout, guaposki? (what?)
i told the b*tch give me the racks and you know i ain’t playin’ no more for the take*backs, ayy
b*tch had a bag on her, so you know godd*mn well i had to break that
ain’t no more flex sh*t, yeah

[verse 2: d flowers]
ayy, i popped a tab and i just had to take off my jacket
your b*tch on my d*ck and she can’t even have it
i just want the head like a motherf*ckin’ hat
after that, shorty might have to pay me to clap it
pour up some drank for the pain like an aspirin
i served your partner a pack, but i taxed him
you treat the ho like a wife and she nasty
i treat the b*tch like a candle and wax it
serena williams, i stay with the rackies
it ain’t no secret that i am a trapper
foreign my cars and designer my fashion
sittin’ in this mansion with a chopper, relaxin’
still in the trap every day like an addict
i f*cked a model, then made her a pallet
playin’ with this green, we ain’t makin’ no salad
all these carats like i went, robbed a rabbit
diamonds make a b*tch think she need glasses
give up that bag and i shouldn’t have to ask you
for the fetty, i might f*ck with a fat b*tch
end of the month, she gon’ give me them taxes
he better not play with no straps on the accident
so many shooters, n*ggas know what’s happenin’*in’
wet up your pad like a motherf*ckin’ maxi
catch a n*gga in traffic, tax it
church pants how these n*ggas be slackin’
denzel washington, these n*ggas be actin’
young n*gga make that pack do gymnastics
your b*tch on my b*lls like a basket
i had to bernie mac it
told the b*tch i’ll be the pappy
ayy, d*mn
free jaybo out the celly, they thought it was magic, n*gga
free jaybo, they thought it was magic, ayy (yeah)
[outro]
naturally, ooh
yeah, flock my boy young guapo, man, y’all know what the flock we do for a livin’
ayy, i popped a perky, that b*tch got me itchin’ and scratchin’, ooh
ayy, i popped a tab and i just had to take off my jacket
naturally, yeah
let me hear that sh*t

- guapo lyrics

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