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guapo - lit bitches lyrics

[intro: real boston richey]
uh, check
check out my wrist
(ddot cold as a motherf_cker, on god)
check out my b_tch
check out my wrist
uh, ayy

[verse 1: real boston richey]
put them hoes down, over here, we like lit b_tches
let my main b_tch go pick a ho, i don’t pick b_tches
she think that i’m cheatin’ when i ain’t home, but i ain’t with b_tches
b_tch, watch how you run down on lil boston, i got a big bl!cky
it ain’t sh_t to get a b_tch digits
had my jewelry on with all my cars and, boy, this 650
let my main ho suck all day, i don’t care how a b_tch kick it
bust a quarter brick straight out the wrapper, look like a mcchicken
can’t go home ’cause my b_tch trippin’
b_tch be tryna beat on me, boston, he don’t hit women
dripped the b_tch in christian dior just to make sure hеr feet different

[verse 2: guapo]
yeah, lil guap in mia with two hoеs, b_tch, i’m big pimpin’
mmm, h_llcat durango, i wrecked that b_tch just to show you it ain’t rented
yeah, ask about the boy ’round where i stay, gon’ say i stand on business
went and got some sliders, the b_tch was bad, i d_mn near f_cked my dentist (yeah)
i’m young and turnt, plus i got racks and all my chains on tennis (yeah)
i f_cked ’round, sold so many books, might see lil guap on guinness
(yeah)
jump out the plane in any state, they greet lil guap with lead (yeah)
i’m in mia catchin’ plays, i’m tryna f_ck s_xyy red
she put it in her face, lil’ ratchet hoes be havin’ the best head
told that b_tch don’t miss her blessing, this might be your best chance
when it come to beef, we step on sh_t, b_tch, send your best man
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout fame, we sn_tchin’ chains if that b_tch worth bands
turned into a stripper, up that switch and watch that b_tch dance
and anytime n_gga played with my name, i made sure somethin’ bled
[verse 3: real boston richey]
i’m like anytime a n_gga played with my name, i made some sh_t bled
boston can’t beat a n_gga ass, brick him down just like i’m craig
that’s on my mama, it ain’t sh_t, f_ck it, bust a lead
every hit we did, cracked a head, we don’t shoot at legs

[verse 4: guapo]
yeah, they want lil guap to rap, i’m in that trap servin’ hand in hand
streets might think i caught a hat ’cause i shaved my dreads
they call guap when they need somethin’ smacked, charge an arm and legs
i’m the one put this sh_t on my back just like a bike with pegs

- guapo lyrics

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