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Artiste:
PeeWee Longway
Titre:
Gutta Bih
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Fifty for my Rollie Heroin bricks, they look like Beijing Ride them Forgis like they swangers Kurt Cobain, I'm sippin' on codeine Lemon tree, smokin' on Do-Si-Dos Droppin' the top on the Holy Ghost Who you know play in the bowl the most? Stack it up, load it up, get it and go Whoa, trap at the cornerstore Whoa whoa, workin' the high low Hit the link in my bio We wrappin' up shit like a gyro QB the play, throw the spiral Longway Pacino, Dinero Dolce Gabbana from Melrose I wrap the brick up with velcro I put the dick on Griselda, uh It's cheap but it keep it so stellar I turned all my bitches to Bella I hide my money with the shovel I shoot underground at the devil Brrah, Cuban links on me like Shocker, ooh Want medical pills, I'm the doctor, huh I'm Hennessy man with the vodka, Longway, bitch Wake up and bake it Draco go baka Narcotics, I got it Got bodies like Gotti Fly private, I'm pilot My bitch bougie, I'm vibin' Purple Backwood, biscotti Roll the flash and paparazzi Hit it, this my other shit Drop the top when I pull up with my gutter bitch When I wake up, doin' sit-ups, she be suckin' dick I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch This that other shit, this that other shit When I pull up, drop the top, I'm with my gutter bitch This that other shit, this that other shit I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch I don't trust hoes like I don't trust jewelers Brrt in your medulla I'm a big dawg, your man a poodle Keep me a pole, I don't need no shooter Pussy ain't fire, then bitch I lose you You ain't my lady, then bitch I use you Had me another good bag day You don't want me to fuck, don't at me I been runnin' up racks this year Y'all lil' niggas been cap this year Everywhere you look in my house is marble Everything you see on my neck is water I ain't too rich to tote choppers still Streets, they'll tell you ain't robbin' him Pussy, don't come with the head Then tell your best friend, "Sis, don't bother him" Wake up and bake it Draco go baka Narcotics, I got it Got bodies like Gotti Fly private, I'm pilot My bitch bougie, I'm vibin' Purple Backwood, biscotti Roll the flash and paparazzi Hit it, this my other shit Drop the top when I pull up with my gutter bitch When I wake up, doin' sit-ups, she be suckin' dick I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch This that other shit, this that other shit When I pull up, drop the top, I'm with my gutter bitch This that other shit, this that other shit I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch