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gutta baby* - scy jimm lyrics

ayy, forever thuggin’, give a f*ck ’bout what a n*gga say (ayy, n*gga say)
if i ain’t locked in the booth, i’m out here chasin’ cake (ayy, chasin’ cake)
ran it up just to put it in a n*gga face (ayy, ayy, a n*gga face)
talkin’ days, i done been in grind mode for fifty straight and still ain’t ate (hoo, ayy, ayy)
’bout that bag, catch me goin’ state to state, i need that cake (hoo, on gang)
still dodgin’ bullets, i know them crackers mad we beat that case (f*ck 12)
real n*gga, ain’t tryna take no l, that’s why i keep that ‘k (hoo)
mask on, run down on a n*gga, he ain’t see my face (glaow, glaow, glaow)
ayy, gutta baby (huh?), i’ma die with that fire, they know i keep that cutta, baby (keep that cutta, baby)
ayy, yeah, you can get a pic, but you gotta f*ck my brother, baby (ayy, ayy, ugh*ugh)
ayy, tryna give my mama a hundred racks and show i love the lady (ayy, yeah)
ayy, my b*tch love it when i pop a perc’ and f*ck her crazy (ugh*ugh, ayy)
blue tips in my clip, these b*tches’ll rip through car doors (pew, pew, glaow, glaow, glaow)
f*ck lil’ baby like i’m a dog, i like my b*tch on all fours (come here, come here)
young n*gga jedi with that stick, but this ain’t nothin’ like star wars (frrt, glaow)
and he claimin’ that it’s love, but money is all…

- scy jimm lyrics

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