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gasby - barretta lyrics

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yes, tellin’ this b*tch i’m the great gatsby
getting more money than a paid athlete
wannabe carti, you ain’t sassy
i’m so sorry, your come up, you ain’t pass me
ask how i’m doing? i’m great happy
light up a blunt on the reels, laughing
if you got some fame, that’s a cool tactic
i’m in my anime faze, i’m a school assassin
i’m in the game, only two attachments
gotta get money, or pull a sh*ggy
i’mma f*ck on her b*tt, while she call me daddy
you was nothing a chump, can’t even pull my fraction
ima spank all my son, cause they’re doing bad
how i hustle maintain, yeah, automatic
i keep crossing the lines in traffic
i don’t f*ck with you n*ggas, you border passing
all the hoes are gon’ f*ck with me, hoe attraction
n*ggas different compare, yeah, aura average
they try book me a tour with this n*gga
but i can’t even tell you the story happening
they give more who they know needed most in the package
bet, i come with some sh*t on my belt
you keep try play me, you better go ask em
he get popped in the corner just like he a blackhead
don’t compare me to n*ggas that can’t even, keep up and try copy and stay in they bracket
never painted my nails, or go put on her skirt, for some fame, you n*ggas be f*ggots
oh sh*t, i meant to say bad kid
come get a glimpse, it’s chrome on the glasses
i ain’t take sh*t from the coach back in practice
i’m on the road to design, finna master
not ramada but i’m saving and fasting
[chorus]
tellin’ this b*tch im the great gasby
getting more money than a paid athlete
wanna be carti you ain’t sassy
i’m so sorry, your come up you ain’t pass me
ask how im doing? i’m great happy
light up a blunt on the reels, laughn’
if you got some fame, that’s a cool tactic
i’m in my anime faze, i’m a school assassin
i’m in the game, only two attachments
gotta get money, or pull a sh*ggy
imma f*ck on her b*tt, while she call me daddy
you was nothing a chump, can’t even pull my fraction
i’ma spank all my son, cause they’re doing bad
how i hustle maintain, yeah, automatic
i keep crossing the lines in traffic
i don’t f*ck with you n*ggas, you border passing
all the hoes are gon’ f*ck with me, hoe attraction
n*ggas different compare, yeah, aura average
they try book me a tour with this n*gga
but i can’t even tell you the story happening
they give more who they know needed most in the package
bet, i come with some sh*t on my belt
you keep try play me, you better go ask em
he get popped in the corner just like he a blackhead
don’t compare me to n*ggas that can’t even, keep up and try copy and stay in they bracket
never painted my nails, or go put on her skirt, for some fame, you n*ggas be*
oh sh*t, i meant to say bad kid
come get a glimpse, it’s chrome on the glasses
i ain’t take sh*t from the coach back in practice
i’m on the road to design, finna master
not ramada but i’m saving and fasting
b*tch ain’t the devil, you know not to blacklist

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