歌曲下载：Goulish

F–k Pusha T and anybody that love ‘em
His head up his ass, I’ma have to headbutt him
Gut ‘em, Lil Tunechi sh-t, weak stomach
It’s me LT like when you heat butter
Ol’ p-ssy in the pan, red is the flag
F-ck wit’ me wrong, I put your head in your hands
There’ll be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I’ma alien, I hope you aint the Prince of Bel-air
That’s real n-gga talk, these n-ggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your b-tch hit that head so hard we get concussions
N-ggas can’t see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach b-tch and her tan line stupid
You can find me on Collin’s like Bootsy
I aint on no f-ck sh-t, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank I don’t bank with Chase
You f-ckin’ with some n-ggas that’ll murk y’all
N-gga you softer than a muthaf-ckin’ nerf ball
Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin’ sh-t and we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!

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