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lirik lagu rick ross – gummo (remix)

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[verse 1: omelly]
i’m strapped, i’m slidin’ in the whip, in the bentley with two sticks
n-ggas squawking, lot of talking, i’ma park him on the strip
i chase that bag, i stack that cash, i’m quick to take a n-gga’s b-tch
that p-ssy good, her -ss fat, i f-ck around and pay her rent
omg this amg, b-tch it’s mmg, squad
run down on them n-ggas, catch a body, slide
any these n-ggas play with ross, they know that i’ma ride
screaming free meek milly, that’s my f-ckin’ slime
sixty on my wrist, sixty on my neck (lit)
i keep it a bean twenty, you n-ggas in debt (sh-t)
n-ggas said they gon’ do me, ain’t finish me yet (nah)
next time i’m on, i’m leavin’ candles in front of the step

[verse 2: rick ross]
f-ck you n-ggas waitin’ on, who the f-ck you playin’ with?
i was busy countin’ money, penthouse layin’ with a b-tch
n-ggas tried to k!ll me twice, voodoo may have made ’em miss
all black but the jewelry bright, heard you live so scandalous
i see you live a double life, p-ssy never on the list
show me what’s your body count, n-gga where your courage at?
i’m not in to suing n-ggas, maybe take another route
give me all them diamonds on you, sn-tch ’em out a baby’s mouth
hitters know me in the city, see you for the right amount
where the realest dj’s at, for someone i might buy a house
summertime, lumber timer, two door, yeah that’s one of mine
dapper don, gucci talk, one of one, so hard to find
p-ssy where my money at? smoke him like a hundred sack
shooters go the first round, sign him like a running back
is it that my flows hard or these n-ggas’ beats weak?
as i get a bl-wj-b, b-tch i’m screamin’ free meek
walk up in the dope spot, n-ggas give me free weed
all that cappin’ in your captions make me wanna k!ll a b-tch
hustlin’ and real estate, and i keep it militant
b-tches must’ve thought i died, heard i’m still on life support
rims on every car of mine, f-ck you think i bought ’em for?
dmx on irs, really ain’t no time to rest
homicide investigatin’, name be in all kind of mess
hahaha, hahaha, studied like i’m farrakhan
b-tch i’m in the 305, call it little lebanon
and i know you always slippin’, hit you and whoever on
caught him leavin’ top golf, time to knock his top off
sometimes i know times hard, but the maybach top soft
calling plays like brett farve, double-m is not lost
she see n-ggas pockets fat, while she bein’ forcefed
shawty think i’m gang banging ’cause my newest porsche red

[verse 3: koly p]
i heard they plottin’ on a murder
that forty waistline, free meek mills and bobby shmurda
n-ggas hatin’, so i went and bought a bracelet
and bust down my rollie, bought a store and made a statement
have you heard of me? came a long way from doin’ burglaries
last week i got shot and counted sixty after surgery
rap game messiah, every beat i spit that poetry
might give that ho some money, she can’t never have my loyalty
’bout a dollar, i’ma take the lead and watch ’em follow
thank god lil koly rappin’ ’cause he used to be a robber
k!lled my n-gga nola, from the time, know i had that black impala
i’m really with the sh-ts and hittin’ l!cks out with them choppers
(i’m koly p)

[chorus: 6ix9ine]
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——- but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch

[verse 4: 6ix9ine]
n-ggas iffy, uh, bl!cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl!cky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
move milli’, all my n-ggas on fifty, uh
talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
spinnin’ through ya block, like a pop shove-it
shoot at me i’m shootin’ back, i’m gettin’ buckets
i ain’t wanna take his life, but n-gga, f-ck it

[chorus: 6ix9ine]
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——- but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——- but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch

[outro: 6ix9ine]
sc-m gang!


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