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guapo - perkys lyrics

[intro: guapo]
(vm got the sauce)
percocet, you want one?
no
oh, you don’t do percs?
no, i don’t personally, no (oh)
but, uh
i need me a perc’, my motherf_ckin’ bag in there, i put ten in there, let me pop a perc’ right quick (ayy)
no cap

[verse 1: guapo]
ayy, i popped a perky, that b_tch got me itchin’ and scratchin’
i bend a b_tch over, then f_ck from the back end
i ranned it up off of trappin’ and rappin’
this off the top, i ain’t doin’ no cappin’
stick on my hip, when i up, get to clappin’
n_gga say he a shooter, he ain’t ’bout that action
man, these n_ggas be cappin’, they really ain’t havin’
b_tch like my drip, spend some bands on the fashion
i’m drippin’ hard, i might need me a napkin
i got it tucked, probably think that i’m lackin’
free that ho tavo, he locked up in kansas
won’t snitch on the gang, so don’t ask me what happened
i’m tryna drive the boat, b_tch, i’m the captain
don’t wanna f_ck, baby, just give me caption
kick the b_tch out, that lil’ ho a distraction
i told the b_tch beat it just like michael jackson
[interlude: d flowers]
naturally
ayy, what the f_ck these n_ggas be talkin’ ’bout, guaposki? (what?)
i told the b_tch give me the racks and you know i ain’t playin’ no more for the take_backs, ayy
b_tch had a bag on her, so you know godd_mn well i had to break that
ain’t no more flex sh_t, yeah

[verse 2: d flowers]
ayy, i popped a tab and i just had to take off my jacket
your b_tch on my d_ck and she can’t even have it
i just want the head like a motherf_ckin’ hat
after that, shorty might have to pay me to clap it
pour up some drank for the pain like an aspirin
i served your partner a pack, but i taxed him
you treat the ho like a wife and she nasty
i treat the b_tch like a candle and wax it
serena williams, i stay with the rackies
it ain’t no secret that i am a trapper
foreign my cars and designer my fashion
sittin’ in this mansion with a chopper, relaxin’
still in the trap every day like an addict
i f_cked a model, then made her a pallet
playin’ with this green, we ain’t makin’ no salad
all these carats like i went, robbed a rabbit
diamonds make a b_tch think she need glasses
give up that bag and i shouldn’t have to ask you
for the fetty, i might f_ck with a fat b_tch
end of the month, she gon’ give me them taxes
he better not play with no straps on the accident
so many shooters, n_ggas know what’s happenin’_in’
wet up your pad like a motherf_ckin’ maxi
catch a n_gga in traffic, tax it
church pants how these n_ggas be slackin’
denzel washington, these n_ggas be actin’
young n_gga make that pack do gymnastics
your b_tch on my b_lls like a basket
i had to bernie mac it
told the b_tch i’ll be the pappy
ayy, d_mn
free jaybo out the celly, they thought it was magic, n_gga
free jaybo, they thought it was magic, ayy (yeah)
[outro]
naturally, ooh
yeah, flock my boy young guapo, man, y’all know what the flock we do for a livin’
ayy, i popped a perky, that b_tch got me itchin’ and scratchin’, ooh
ayy, i popped a tab and i just had to take off my jacket
naturally, yeah
let me hear that sh_t

- guapo lyrics

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