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taco bell - gudda baby lyrics

(hit that sh*t, sosa)

(turn this up, turn this up)

[chorus]

b*tch it’s one, two, three of us, we all got heat with us
b*tch it’s four, five, six of us, we all got sticks with us
b*tch it’s seven, eight, nine of us we all got 9’s with us
f*ck the hoe, then i go and dip, i don’t got time for her

ten, eleven, there ain’t no twelve with us, ’cause ain’t nothin’ 12 about us
pop his partner, call the ambulance, someone come help him up
how he gangster? when he slidin’ on him, he tried to tell on us
b*tch it’s taco bell with us, you know them sh*lls with us

[verse]

most of these n*ggas be acting like hoes, most of these n*ggas be acting like b*tches
all of these n*ggas be switching, so all of my guns, they come with them switches
everyday gotta wake up, gotta get it, serving up za and i’m serving a midget
i’m havin’ motion, trap really rollin’ like wendy’s, i got this sh*t out the trenches

i got this sh*t off of me, despicable. these n*ggas hating, they motherf*cking pitiful
i got your hoe on my motherf*cking genitals, she on my nuts like i’m getting a physical
pop me an opp like a perc*30, pop me an opp like its vitamin, minerals
i got two trappers, them b*tches identical, strapped like the army, lil b*tch i’m a general
there ain’t no cap in my rap, riding around in a whip
i got a strap in my lap, b*tch, you know where i’m at
these n*ggas p*ssy like cat in the hat, i cannot f*ck with no rats
you ain’t never got ass if i’m in the trap with the strap

[chorus]

’cause it’s one, two, three of us, we all got heat with us
b*tch it’s four, five, six of us, we all got sticks with us
b*tch it’s seven, eight, nine of us we all got 9’s with us
f*ck the hoe, then i go and dip, i don’t got time for her

(turn this up, turn this up)

(hit that sh*t, sosa)

- gudda baby lyrics

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