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Who the fuck is Gosha? Milasius, come back The world is yours Ayy, ayy Ruger clap, (pow) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (pow) Ruger clap, (pah) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we (yeah) shave him (yeah) with this Mac (pow, yeah) Yeah, bitch, came in with a stick (blow, blow) Yeah, two toted Glocks inside (skrrt) the whip, uh Yeah, makin' all this money from a hit, uh Yeah, if she back it up I'ma hit, uh Yeah, they think I sold my soul but I ain't sellin' shit Yeah, my heart real cold, I won't wife a bitch Yeah, I'ma stay in my lone But I got too many thots tryna hit my phone Ay, ay Ruger clap, (pow) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (pow) Ruger clap, (pah) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we (yeah) shave him (yeah) with this Mac (pow, yeah) This eleven, no question, it's finna pull up on your bredrin (pow) We shootin' like Stephen and then we turn him blue, no mentions Man, you in my presence, so you better watch where you steppin' (that's right) This choppa gon' sneeze and leave the oppa with a blessin' Yeah, we gettin' to the guap, huh We can't even stop, hm (pow) Shawty wanna fuck with us 'cause she know we on top Yeah, we gettin' to the guap, huh We can't even stop, hm (what) Shawty wanna fuck with us (ay) 'cause she (ay) know we on top (Yeah) Ruger clap, (pow) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we shave him with this Mac (pow) Ruger clap, (pah) chopper on my lap, huh It's so funny, make more money than your dad, hah Come get your mans, he be talkin' smack, yeah (what) We run his fade, then we (yeah) shave him (yeah) with this Mac (pow)
Writer(s): Luke Winther, Ifeoluwa Samuel Folikwe, Letoa Hughes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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