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lirik lagu ty guala - dash

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[verse 1]
aye, do the dash in that whip, in my sp~ce coupe
shawty got a fat ass and she got some big b00bs
30 deep, i might spin the block like a hula~hoop
gas pack, smokin’ on that loud that gorilla glue
hunnid’s on me, twenty thousand dollars all my hunnid’s blue
who are you? i be steppin’ on em’ wit’ the gucci shoes
42, james worthy pistol how i shoot at you
wing stop, how this chicken on me like a chicken coupe (yup yup)

[verse 2]
big stick and i tote that b~tch on my waistband
f~cked up youth, it’s a teenage wasteland
cookin’ up, in the f~ckin’ kitchen like it’s breakin’ bad
you a fed, ugly ass jit you a f~ckin’ fed
three shots, like a bowling ball to ya f~ckin’ head
iced out diamonds on my hand, hunnid’ thousand bands
so much money in my pockets, can’t hold up my pants
foreign money, i f~ck foreign b~tchеs i trap outta france

[verse 3]
glock wit’ a beam steady tuckеd in my jeans
shawty suckin’ on the d~ck, yeah that b~tch she a feind
i don’t really give a f~ck when i’m rollin’ off a bean
crack the seal on that b~tch i be faded off the lean
sippin lean, wok hardt purple poe’ it in my drank
so much perc’s to the face it be gettin’ hard to think
i just cashed out, 80 thousand dollars at the bank
great white you a lil’ guppy swimmin’ in my tank
[verse 4]
i be witcho’ b~tch smokin’ dope, coolin’ by the lake
i can’t f~ck witchu’ you a lame and you h~lla fake
popeye’s, how i’m countin’ spinach and i’m countin’ cake
you a lame, b~tch i ain’t a simp, f~ck a dinner date
earthquake, she gon bounce that ass like an earthquake
gucci snake, put it on my denim that’s a gucci snake
wide awake, i be off a perc b~tch i’m wide awake
outta sp~ce, i be off the 30 now i’m outta sp~ce

[verse 5]
whip that brick, ima’ cook up it shootin’ wit’ that stick
why yo b~tch wanna suck me up? suckin’ on my d~ck
you can’t f~ck wit’ the gang you can’t f~ck wit’ us
benihana i be cookin’ up wit that chopstick
dropkick, bruce lee how i’m kickin’ in that b~tch
30 clip, on my hip, light em like a wick
you can’t f~ck wit’ my side, you cannot cross that bridge
you can’t f~ck wit’ my side, you don’t wanna cross that bridge, b~tch!


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