Testo Gurraa - Y2
Testo della canzone Gurraa (Y2), tratta dall'album Demon Diamond Saint
Ain't got no chill nigga still
Gurraa
If that's not a dime that's a rug and rat
Told her I do not Phil her a Lill
Gurraa
If niggas keep talkin out the side of they mouth
Imma show em Angelica real
Hop out wit that Tommy put red on ya head
Now you niggas is Chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my niggas ain't racist
But we keep the k-k-k
Niggas still out here wildin
They charge us for violence so we pushing Karen today
I got thug in my bone I'm still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the first
If it's smoke then it's ashes shit I rather that shit
Know they want my back in the dirt
Shu shu shu shu shu shu
Gurraa
I call a snake a Medusa
Back to the racks a masseuse
Chunky ass chain like I'm too fat
Family got ties and a new knot
Bands off of white that's Maroon five
Imma bout to get em a new doc
Treat it like covid that's two shots
These niggas throw shade ain't no radio station
I come off the hip wit that graa graa
They want me in blood imma treat it like sport
Imma split ya whole shit like I'm Jean Claude
Fifty hoes wit me like a bachelor
I don't love em just fuck on a thot thot
That four seater boring I need that coupe orange
That whip bout to look like ya Sound cloud
Got it locked
Yeah
Gurraa
Ain't got no chill nigga still
Gurraa
If that's not a dime that's a rug and rat
Told her I do not Phil her a Lill
Gurraa
If niggas keep talkin out the side of they mouth
Imma show em Angelica real
Hop out wit that Tommy put red on ya head
Now you niggas is Chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my niggas ain't racist
But we keep the k-k-k
Niggas still out here wildin
They charge us for violence so we pushing Karen today
I got thug in my bone I'm still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the first
If it's smoke then it's ashes shit I rather that shit
Know they want my back in the dirt
Shu shu shu shu shu shu
Gurraa
I'm poppin somebody Chula
Spin round ya block wit the roof up
Bird on my neck
I ain't talkin bout Grey Goose for Nipsey I sip out a blue cup
Tippin and throwin the deuce up
Way I grew up I was screwed up
When I say slab and a grill nigga trill wita barbie all q'd up
That's a lil bop bop
Mask on my face like I'm promoting Donda
Hop out that bitch burning mata
Thirty on yo head I'm testing the beam
Man that shit'll get Messi like soccer
I know some niggas that's spiritual
Performing miracles aim at ya chakra
We put the g's in geometry niggas gon probably circle ya block Op
Gurraa
Ain't got no chill nigga still
Gurraa
If that's not a dime that's a rug and rat
Told her I do not Phil her a Lill
Gurraa
If niggas keep talkin out the side of they mouth
Imma show em Angelica real
Hop out wit that Tommy put red on ya head
Now you niggas is Chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my niggas ain't racist
But we keep the k-k-k
Niggas still out here wildin
They charge us for violence so we pushing Karen today
I got thug in my bone I'm still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the first
If it's smoke then it's ashes shit I rather that shit
Know they want my back in the dirt
Gurraa
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Writer(s): Jason Michael Robinson
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