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• Artiste: Guè
• Titre: Think About It
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Check, check (I know you feelin' it) Guè Pequeno Ay, yo, think about your kids when you fuck with me (Ah) Cosimo, Milano Bitch, check, check, ah You better think about yo' kids, when you fuckin' with me (Think about 'em) Ah (Think about), fuck nigga (Bitch-ass nigga), yeah Cookin Soul Slam Let me get back on my shit, I been drinkin' and druggin excessively (Yeah) Got her snortin' the shit at the Beverly, fuck is you tellin' me? I gotta get up and jump on the 8 a.m. flight, I been fuckin' all night I can't fuck up the strategy (Fuck up the strategy) Lifestyles of the insane, let the shit get the best of me Devil be testin' me, but the father keep blessin' me Pussy shit ain't in my pedigree, haters gon' heckle me Think they filled up with estrogen, I could just pull up they messages Fool, you friendly as a box of puppies with a chopper to your dome (Bitch) Make a fuck nigga call up his kids, tell 'em he ain't never coming home Dead beat, cook his soul, he was dead meat European hoes, Game of Thrones I should keep these bitches in the red keep Went electric on the Benz Jeep, old school, got a 450 Baby mama she was trippin' on a nigga Fashion week is every picture, man, I had some hoes with me (Yes) And some good grade A blow with me (Yeah) Bought the stock box, crossed the globe with me I can kill a nigga when the show's ending But it's funny you ain't doin' shows, nigga (Oh yeah) Cookin Soul, he was dead meat Call his children up, I'll turn his daddy to a dead beat Fuckin' European bitches in the castle, keep a ho up at the red keep Fuck nigga (You know what I'm sayin', like, like you saw them Game of Thrones niggas) Pimp shit She smokin' whole, throwin' bows in the place to be (Cookin Soul, he was dead meat) Yeah She doin' drugs with the thugs in the place to be Siamo a Omotesandō, l'itamae prepara dei nigiri coi ricci (Think about) Ah-ah, wow Hittavo un'attrice di L.A. allo Chateau Martmont (Wow) Alla festa non sento la bocca, coca, ero diventato di marmo (Ah) Il collo era superghiacciato come se fosse un gennaio a Malmö, for real Cento K sul mio palmo e, bitch, credici Eravamo io e Marco e due colombiane ma in una barca da sedici (Ahahah) L'ho hittata in cabina prima che salpassimo e io ho fatto tredici (Uoh) Abbiamo pagato quel conto da Nobu soltanto con guadagni illeciti (Seh) Scemo, ti mando in deficit (Okay) Aereo privato, Citation, ero con la campionessa olimpionica Stavo in completo Brioni, la bitch è bionica (Damn) Se una tipa non chiava con G, la tipa è lesbionica (Ahahah) Dopo due giorni di sexting (What?) Prendi il mio amore su un prendisole di un Pershing Yo, pensa che hai dei figli, no, don't fuck with me Se abbassiamo i finestrini del mio truck, oh shit Non vedo perché sposarmi, never trust a bitch Spendo a Shoreditch, bella Freddie Gibbs Atterro a Tirana Mi viene a prendere un Benz direttamente in pista Levels She smokin' whole, throwin' bows in the place to be (Cookin Soul, he was dead meat) Yeah She doin' drugs with the thugs in the place to be (In the place to be) With the kill, on repeat (The future, future) Pick it up, bitch, yeah (Think about)