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gutterboys - rated-r playboy lyrics

[intro]

wait, yeah

[verse 1]

dozing off to that gun violence
black kids wit no parents
runnin the streets all night and day while grandmama run errands
took a vacation in paris
dreaming of pushing mcclarens
with dirty dollars in the balmains
new school clothes when the fall came
seated too close to the ball game
burberry ain’t never on clearance (on clearance)
i’m too concerned about appearance
(aye what the f*ck is this n*gga wearing)

i’m sick of the timing
i really got n*ggas that’s nickel and diming
sh*t in the minus
and then they pull up on yo’ feed and you fl!cking yo’ diamonds
lookin behind us
ducking from 12
pump on the seat and i stuff it with sh*lls
five oh they fl!ck us and stuff us in cells
sh*t looking like disney
they leaving us frozen
dead or in jail, man you know the notion
keep it in motion
my n*ggas they pull up and k!ll the commotion
i got it designed

now a n*gga diamonds dancing like b5

need me a peach emojii with 3 eyes
lookin for the single ladies, where the beehive

chain on chilli, left eye , t boz

[chorus]

b*tch i bang where my block at
ride wit my thang c*cked bang
police shoot at me, i pop back
they shoot at me, i pop back
turned our neighborhood to iraq
gutter
(repeat 2x)

[verse 2]

supply and demand
i clock into work i’m supplying the man
i don’t go to work i’m supplying myself and the judge give me life in the can
.. d*mn , i had it all sizzling right on the pan
they caught me… wit 20 no jumpers inside of the van
d*mn
i’m living my life on the run
but i ain’t running for my life
birkin bag, give her pipe mmm
20k to me it’s light mm
stupid n*gga droppin names..
play wit me n it’s on sight
candy cocaine white mmm
bussit open wit a knife mmm

candy coated like skittles…
candy coat will get her panties soak
ass up wit her head in the pillow
big pimpin h to the izzo

i got it designed

now a n*gga diamonds dancing like b5

need me a peach emojii with 3 eyes
lookin for the single ladies, where the beehive

chain on chilli, left eye , t boz

[chorus]

b*tch i bang where my block at
ride wit my thang c*cked bang
police shoot at me, i pop back
they shoot at me, i pop back
turned our neighborhood to iraq
gutter
(repeat 2x)

- rated r playboy lyrics

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