Testo Guap Man - OsamaSon
Testo della canzone Guap Man (OsamaSon), tratta dall'album psykotic
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring the hoes, yeah (hoes, yeah)
Bring the clothes, yeah (clothes, yeah)
Bring the Rolls, yeah, up (Rolls, yeah)
Bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah
YSL on my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, okay
YSL on my kid, yeah, whole gang on that shit, yeah
Pull up then I trip, yeah, foreign whip lift, yeah
Whip it, chef's kiss, yeah, plug say I'm lit, yeah
Let's go catch a fifty, brief full of Tris', yeah
I just landed, yeah, off the G6, yeah
Gekaay take my flicks, yeah, boy, I'm fresh as shit, yeah
Bitch wan' wear my clothes, yeah, all my shit fittin'
Psych out all my shows and fans goin' schiz', yeah
I get paid to walk in, I don't play, no talkin'
With that FN, I'm stalkin'
I'm top one, bitch, not top ten
I get boot up, then punched in
If he boo'd up, then punch him
In that water, you can't swim
I'm a rare find like a gem
Wear a vest, don't hit the gym
Five-seveN bullets make you slim
All these hoes be sayin' I'm trim
Brand-new bitch, she look like Kim
Rick Owen boots, these not no Timbs
Goyard bag, just guess what's in 'em
Yves Saint Laurent chains on my denim
I'm so geeked, all the drugs, I feel 'em (all the drugs, I feel 'em)
Lately I been feelin' like the villain, yeah
Pour up the lean, bitch, I woke up sippin'
I don't give a single fuck about how you feelin'
I want kills, I want kills, yeah, all they know is killin', bitch
Chop off your fingers, yeah, if we catch you stealin'
I broke a bitch heart, now the ho still healin'
I got so much clothes, I can stack it to the ceilin', yeah
So much guap, I can stack it to the ceilin', yeah
Guap man, guap man, do my guap dance, yeah
Pop bands, pop- all we do is pop bands, yeah
Stop man, stop- you ain't even that hot, man, huh
Top man, top- bitch, I'm at the top, man, huh
X, X, X, I can't even stop the Xans, huh
Sex, sex, sex, these hoes just won't stop it, yeah
Hundred- hundred blues in my pocket, cost some exotic, yeah
Huh, and I pulled up some exotic, she off the molly, yeah
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring the hoes, yeah (hoes, yeah)
Bring the clothes, yeah (clothes, yeah)
Bring the Rolls, yeah, up (Rolls, yeah)
Bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah
YSL on my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, okay
Credits
Writer(s): Amari Middleton, William Dale Minnix Iii
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