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lucifer - gwaap gutta lyrics

[hook:gwaap gutta]
man revenue she just don’t know what i’ll do for her
i played that avenue for her,man i swear to lucifer
temptations straight from lucifer,if i aim this gun you should duck
that smoke from h-ll i used to puff,my enemy is lucifer
man revenue she just don’t know what i’ll do for her
i played that avenue for her,man i swear to lucifer
temptations straight from lucifer,if i aim this gun you should duck
that smoke from h-ll i used to puff,my enemy is lucifer

[verse 1:b-eazy]
let me step in here and show you why i’m hot i rep algiers with doogiefresh and gwaap
i ball hard trying to get major gwaap some n-ggas hating so i’m staying c-cked
i got g-man off farragut we new orleans boys round the same block
we grew up together so we fam’ now,but we in these streets you ain’t seen watch
i’m boutta’ get it so witness,and you gon’ see when i’m finished
i’m bout’ my money go get it,and i’ma’ never be finished
and i’ma’ make y’all opinion,but he’s the best gotta’ listing
i’m never stopping nor quitting cause i’m the present i’m gifted
i’m on top i’m so lifted,i’m smoking good weed on a paper chase running full speed
got lucifer trying to take me,so i pray to god he don’t break me

[verse 2:dougdoogiefresh]
do u g i’m in this b-tch algiers i represent the sh-t
i’m coming off the ave coming off the block,them people swerving this b-tch hot
i ain’t got to hit her,domestic violence,that fat -ss and that pretty face
just left court a n-gga’ beat the case,let me smoke good and let my mind pace
i ain’t worrying about nothing like ballarific,fast money fast cars lets all get it
g-man, b-eazy, gwaap gutta, and my n-gga’ peedy
lucifer steady chasing me, while i’m counting all these dollars guess i’m looking for trouble
momma’ told me money more problems,guess that’s why these b-tches wanna’ holla’

[verse 3:g-man]
i might cut up with this smitty,i might cut up with this tec
i swear to god lil’ homie’ my c0ke be the best
my round don’ gave me some sh-t,some sh-t i couldn’t regret
and money gang in this b-tch,and yeah my cl!ck be the best
oh’ yea’ i f-ck with b-eazy tay gutta and fresh
and if you f-ck with them homie” i’ma’ get sentenced to death
algiers til’ i’m gone,and b-tch don’t disrespect
rest in peace to lil’ dee,you know hb be the set
and yes i run with some monsters,some k!llers infest
man i love my homies’ shout out gangsta’ and crack
free nusso and murda’ you play with them,then it’s murder
i’m talking all face shot,your people won’t even know you

[verse 4:gwaap gutta]
pistol on my waist because the devil want me
money in my case now put the bezel on me
i’m lebron james you carmello homie’
i’ma’ keep moving you a rello homie’
i’m duffing reckless stay in the lane,i keep protection while i’m in the game
i don’ popped links to this chain gang,it’s been 3 years,since i slang caine
i’m tired of beefing but oh well,tired of beefing but oh well
can’t trust these hoes’ but oh well,she tried to push me down,but that ho fell
right on her knees to blow me,then she said boy you owe me
i don’t pay for s-x or mouth ho’ just to let you know what i’m about ho’
lucifer he’s got a bullet with his name on it
triple beam up on the table put the caine’ on it
that’s what he told me but i said no,i don’ got played on now i play hoes’
straight to the left like i’m supposed to,i’m scared of love hoes i never get close to
and you could blame ms lewis for all that,i hit a ho delete her number never call back

- gwaap gutta lyrics

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