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guapo - intro كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(run that sh_t up, squill)
ayy

[verse]
gucci and prada what i spend my dollars on
i’m in the trap one deep like it’s home alone
and i play all of these hoes like a xylophone
these freaky lil’ b_tches keep callin’ my iphone
uh, it’s the wockiki for me in the styrofoam
play with me, you gon’ d_i_e, that’s what i’m on
i put a b_a_g on his head, i can get him gone
i know a shooter dude, he’s rockin’ vlone
these n_ggas’ hoes on my d_ck, won’t leave me alone
when i f_cked your ho, she brought a bag for the sleepin’ clothes
but this ain’t no sleepover, b_tch, this an eat_over (ayy)
mouth full of meat, that lil’ ho, she a meat lover
five hundred just for my cup, i’m no cheap drugger
vvs all on my t__th when i speak up
ballin’ too hard, man, these n_ggas can’t d up (uh)
i just cashed out on a ‘fit cost your re_up
you hate from the bleachers ’cause you wanna be us
just got head from a b_tch say she from costa rica
only f_ck models, just hit mona lisa
all of my b_tches is foreign with visa
uh, hit from the back and she tappin’, i beat her
and i kicked that ho out ’cause she asked me to eat her
hey, i stay with a heater ’cause sh_t can get evil
i bring this sh_t to your door like a pizza
glock in my locker like gilbert arenas
dracs in neimans, i love when i squeeze ’em
i’m not blueface, hit the block and i bleed ’em
i might go super saiyan, call lil guap vegeta
uh, can’t trust a ho ’cause these b_tches be cheatin’
i just run to the check, i don’t rock no adidas
i rock that designer drip, you won’t catch me in filas
and i just be f_ckin’ and duckin’, got hoes in they feelings

- guapo

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