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Song:GTG
Album:GTGGenres: 
Year: Length:93 sec

Lyrics:

Come on, baby, let's go get another fucking stain
Beat them, whip them with the chain
Feeling good up in the rain
Thera-therapy, I be killin' bitches 'til the end of me
Choking on your words, tell you when it's gonna hurt
I'ma break your heart, Freddie gonna make you fucking split a-
(What the fuck was that, Fred?)
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, bitch)
Consequences heavy, are your bitches ready?
Step into my Chevy, aiming very steady
Calm down, you ain't scared now
You accept your fate, you can't relate, you bow down
Stop that bitching shit, you never know who got the kick
Aiming at your head dead
Gonna put your ass to bed, night-night, bitch
Use a light, bitch, Freddie right, bitch
Murk a fucking snitch, rest in peace mane
Take a load off, cold in yo' damn grave
I think I got a cough, shit I'm sick, I got it from your blood
These bitches always try to fuck with me, I'm in the mud
Let's try to sort that out, I promise you I will go easy
Your carcass fucking freezin', trickin' you, it was so easy
I don't want a bitch or a hoe, I think you just got to go
Meet me at the corner store, gonna leave you wantin' mo'
Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryin' to say? You little bitch, I'll end your day
I don't want a bitch or a hoe, I think you just got to go
Meet me at the corner store, gonna leave you wantin' mo'
Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryin' to say? You little bitch, I'll end your day




 

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