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Guwop

by Young Thug

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I done put twenty up under the seat I done put twenty inside the seat I pull up on you and I pop at your kid I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I won't have xans they get me off I put the V neck on my team yeah I dig everythin' that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin' too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the way that I look at you I just wanna grab on your butt, but The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch The FN give him a haircut I roll up a seven of John Dutch That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke I dont gotta act like a gangsta she know My Backwood look like a pole My Backwood look like a pole I sit on clouds of the smoke I'mma blow clouds of the smoke Pardon me, pardon my soul Act like a smile for the four Niggas they eatin' in broad day In that hoe mouth like a Colgate Keep it cold case, God, please keep it a cold case I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins I don't want to think about it, losin' all I wanna do yeah yeah I done put twenty inside the seat I pull up on you and I pop at your kid I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I won't have the xans they get me off I put the V neck on my team yeah Without the radio it's twenty a show and thats fo'sho Get that back in bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Like a Migo, rep that Freebandz That .44, I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, lil bitch I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch Yeah You dig that? Two hunnid thousand worth of chain and that's a fact Did my name in this rap game, I'm sellin' crack Rest in peace to OG Double D, you did that, SLIME! I done put twenty inside the seat I pull up on you and I pop at your kid I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I won't have the xans they get me off I put the V neck on my team yeah Shoot out the coupe Shoot out the roof Pull up and smash on her We don't got to put a bag on her I took your hoe ya dig? I told a hoe to sit Had big bells, midgets Now you can say I got millions Swam with the sharks, water You be law and order I be gettin' money every mornin' Tom Joyner I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' em niggas extortin' ya You pay for you fame and fortune You pay for you fame and fortune I am the plug, cordless Pull up with blazers, Portland I pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches I came from nickel, I came from nickels My niggas don't know you, we don't fuck with you Ive been in the system, I've been in a pickle You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with ya I done put twenty inside the seat I pull up on you and I pop at your kid I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I won't have the xans they get me off I put the V neck on my team yeah Hop in the private This is a Lambo', not a hybrid My wrist is a faucet Feed 'em perkys, I'm the doctor Draco, hunnid round choppa She got her eyes on me like binoculars Count up this money, it's marvelous Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch You better dig what I'm sayin' I'mma kill you and your mans Beat down the block like an amp Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp Go buy the Rollie and bust it Talkin' that tough shit But you know you not gon' bust shit Look at my fashion This is a Gucci rugby I'm trappin' and rappin' Still got them babies in custody My diamonds be dancin' Live in a mansion My life is lovely And I'm on loyalty Knock your ass off Pay the lawyer fee Shit can get ugly I done put twenty inside the seat I pull up on you and I pop at your kid I pull out your rocket and pop at your wig I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I won't have the xans they get me off I put the V neck on my team yeah

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