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mess (south to west)* - gunna lyrics

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[intro]
playmakers

[verse]
yee, yee, n*gga bossed up tryna hide the b*tch
drum on the stick go inside the switch (switch)
call up a little pretty vibe, pull up and let ’em massage the d*ck (alright)
oh that’s your new ride? we’re whippin’ and swervin’ all kinds of sh*t
whippin’ and runnin’, my little n*ggas pullin’ out guns and they hit what they tryna hit
my starter ran and we shootin’ rounds right at they stomachs and leave them inside the b*tch (inside the b*tch)
ain’t nothing funny when you got the bread and the aim, look like you frying a b*tch (fry)
hit her own son and she still wouldn’t [?]
you gotta keep it one hunnid ’cause these n*ggas counterfeit
yee, yee, he got a laundry set
little p*ssy b*tch off of bouldercrest (bouldercrest)
[?] rolls is red
feel like he really good bouncing back (bouncing back)
make sure your lows ain’t wet
he fell victim, addicted to crack
all ’bout my millions, they shake up my neck
all of my bitty little b*tches, relax
she just got way too attached
notice that my cartier bracelet’s a sn*tch
look at my homie got wet
we take a life, you ain’t takin’ one back
[?] under attack
[?] all the babies is back
[?]
crib in the back, do a hundred yard dash
she saw [?], she fly by the jets
i’m boutta catch and double the ‘vette
my money stretch from south to the west
lawyer’s the best, get home with a [?]

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