Correction Paroles Gucci Gang (Remix) par Yesify

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Jack in the sack 'cause we know that you’re wack
And every track that you’re at get right into the trash
And every lag that you lack goes right into the bag
And every tag in the yag is a sad bad drag
And every girl that came up into my crib like that
Always ended up suckin' my d**k—or my sack
And I ain’t a liar, I can guarantee you that
And every trash from like Dax is wack, that’s a fact
Pitchin' that tack and I’m fittin' into that
I don’t need no mom and I don’t need no dad
But it is okay 'cause I know that’s nap
Body rolls too big, man that b*t*h too fat
Only twelve verses in 26 rounds
When I came in the game that’s committin' the crime
I don’t need no beats as soft as prime
I’ma steal your f**kin' girl and give her a good time
I ain’t really kind, every diamond’s gonna shine
When I eat it like a lime, so, Jesus the kid is on
You know that I got nine, that b*t*h is fine
Don’t try to steal my lyrics because that sh*t is all mine
'Bout to pull the trigger, got a pu**y, man to lick it
So stick it like it’s a sticker, I’ma put my finger in it
Every day I’m feelin' bigger, I don’t need no singer
If you try to f**k with me then I’ma kill ya, n***a
Shootin' at a b*t*h and I’m 'bout to pull the trigger
Oh, that’s yo girl? Already in her
Eatin' out the pu**y like it’s dinner
She suck on my D while you take on this sandwich cruise
I’m a winner, lookin' at that a** real thinner
I’m a go get her, I’ma go feel her, I’ma go steal her
Most of you rappers are f**kin' and suckin' some d**k, sippin' some yak
Hop on some talent like me and my boy Fenix
When we murdered this track
Oh my god, gotta cover the bullet hole
F**k her, should I even go? Should I even let her know?
Crazy a** boy, suckin' on a t**ty as a two-year-old (Two-year-old)
It’s okay, I’m just a feature
Learnin' my ways like I’m f**kin' my teacher
Y’all tryna take my confidence
Like a kid gettin' raped by the preacher (Uh)
This is my legacy, why are you testin' me?
This is my destiny, you’ll get the best of me
You rap like you on the block of a street called Sesame (Sesame)
Wait, where did the beat go?
Oh, I change flows like hoes (Hoes)
And I’m finna switch like the weather (Weather)
Damn, y’all faggots more soft (Soft)
Than a goddamn feather (Feather)
Yuh

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