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do sum! - gwallahs lyrics

[intro]
(broward sheriff’s deputies arrest a man who they say has more p*ssy than he can handle, i’m kathleen corso with that story coming up on channel 6 action news.)

[verse]
pull up with a chop, we boutta shoot sum’
instagram chit*chat, n*gga come and do sum’
uncky with a stick, with the glock, with the whole scope
b*tch ass girl got her hopping like a jumprope
h*ll yea, like a fox i been swipin’
chop with a scope, chris kyle and i been snipin’
(knock, knock, knock)
d*mn! feds they at the door, had discord s*x with an ewh0re
your b*tch is a pig, lookin like a d*mn boar
n*gga talkin about broom, go and do a chore
d*mn, n*gga, where the drank at?
brand new rari’ posted up not a h*llcat
ruth chris everyday, man i been fat
talking bout’ my meals b*tch, you can’t afford that
d*mn, n*gga, you a poor bum
nutted on that b*tch, lеft the bed, i’m a whole scum
walk with a glock, with a tеc, now i’m too scummy
n*gga in a bodybag, wrap him like a mummy
switch on the .45 finna go and rip his tummy
p*ssy boy hop away like he bugs bunny
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
gotta bad ass b*tch on my d*ck she a sl*t
posted up with the gang, man im chillin with the mobb
shoutout to my n*gga steve, cause’ he hooked us with a job
you wanna die, now they say goodbye n*gga getting high
smoking gas all up to the sky, p*ssy yellin why?
what the f*ck, what’d you do today? do not test your luck
when the talk got the chop on me, its gon make u duck
you run around, man im juggin and finnessin’ man im juggin by the pound
got suppresion on a glock and you know it won’t make a sound
man you know i never cease, got your girl she on her knees
man she really suck my d*ck i think she beggin for it “please!”
d*mn, imma please a hoe, glock .45 n*gga cuatro cinco
spend a couple bands on a bag, on a mink coat
put a bounty on his head, we boutta kick the door’
(???) all this guap, with a tec, off presription
i’m a certified p*ssy eater mission, b*tch ass boy got the glock for precision
(god d*mn!) d*mn, but you missed him
(buoy what the h*ll buoy*) how the f*ck you even miss i heard your ass a shooter
2016 hackin’ yeah, i was a booter
pull up with a chop, with a tec, on a whole computer
n*gga wanna talk about it p*ssy, imma hack the uber
boutta’ hack the earth, n*gga boutta’ hack the globe
how the f*ck you getting tools but you cannot code?
amazon shippin’ pack, by the whole load
imma leave a n*gga croakin like a d*mn toad
[outro]
(n*gga, b*tch,)
(brrrt pow!)
(aye, aye, aye…)

- gwallahs lyrics

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