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short story - gucci lambo lyrics

verse 1:

i got this motherf-cker bumpin’ beats, that’s what i need
chronic game, smokin’ weed, easily you can see
that i rap my -ss off, when i do that sh-t i put some swag on
fire blazin’, money chasin’, b-tches fakin’, gucci makin’
bars like i’m nasty nas, a new god who’s about to turn it up and change his life really quick as f-ck;
i got the flow and that’s a fact
try to rhyme no you can’t
cause you -ss, cause you a act like motherf-ckin’ rat
holy cr-p i’m spittin fax
pre kardashan kanye west
d.o.c. at his best
am i the best?
question you not myself
i take the w, you take an l
let me tell you a story really fast (ravel approves this sh-t)
drug dealer friends are some teachers that i met
price and pot, price and c0ke, that’s what they want, and you can bet
droppin’ the dope on the stash, tellin’ these b-tches no cap, tellin my friends to get back, f-ckin up all of the trap, gettin some people to rest, counterattack

f-ckin everybody on this beat cause i’m gangsta
i put my js on, it’s time to grind, it’s time to lace up
straight k!lla with the mic, i’m spittin bullets called rhymes
i do this all the time, i’m too much for you b-tch goodbye
my homies p-ssin joint while we spendin life
p-ssy’s on my mind, westcoast on my side and i got it right
i’m fresh, i’m fly, i’m always high
and when it comes to crime it’s motherf-ckin ackrite
my homie you ain’t walkin like you talkin and that’s why you suck
you are a none, n0body give a f-ck, guess what? your b-tch like a clock
she tick and tock on my c-ck
you a f-ckin’ flop, smokin’ legal pot
that’s what this rapper on, com’on
i been droppin’ bombs back and forth
the name of rapper you ain’t worth
death or birth, your house your berth
you ain’t biggie, you ain’t pac but you proudly bombed first
next time you’ll f-ck with me i’ll bring you f-ckin h-ll on earth

- gucci lambo lyrics

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