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2 the side - g-mo skee & stu bangas lyrics

[intro: g*mo skee]
there are two types of n*ggas in this world. there are n*ggas with guns and n*ggas with b*tter. now what are guns? the guns, that’s the real estate. that’s stocks and bonds, artwork, you know sh*t that appreciates with value
what’s the b*tter? cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullsh*t
yo!

[chorus: g*mo skee]
f*ck you and f*ck all the dogs on your side
they have no drive, they just along for the ride
the dj finna push your song to the side
he ain’t f*ckin’ with you ’cause you awkward and dry
b*tch keep your skirt on and push your thong to the side
now here come my schl*ng and my b*lls, open widе
i want fried duck with the sauce on thе side
’cause b*tch, i’m a boss, now fall to the side

[verse 1: g*mo skee]
yo!
should i hit ’em with a neck snapper or bend their legs backwards?
all of the above, that’s the correct answer
titty f*ck a b*tch with breast cancer on xhamster
put my foot in her ass, treat it like a step master
i’m shiesty, been grimy since a day old
my life biopic gon’ be starrin’ danny trejo
let me hold a pound ’til probably sat*rday, bro
now you can’t find me, i’m carmen sandiego
hey yo, i make flows and make sure they stay dope
using the scientific method made by galileo
your rap style is more outdated than a payphone
i’ll eat you in a battle, everything above the waist gone
sh*t, don’t we all come from the trenches?
nowadays these rappers more stuck up than b*tches
i’m from richmond, california where they gun b*tt the witness
and they let the gun fly off the side of one of the bridges, n*gga
[chorus: g*mo skee]
f*ck you and f*ck all the dogs on your side
they have no drive, they just along for the ride
the dj finna push your song to the side
he ain’t f*ckin’ with you ’cause you awkward and dry
b*tch keep your skirt on and push your thong to the side
now here come my schl*ng and my b*lls, open wide
i want fried duck with the sauce on the side
’cause b*tch, i’m a boss, now fall to the side

[verse 2: young zee]
yeah! uhh! it’s young khabib nurmagomedov
i rear naked choke him and snap his f*ckin’ head off
i say sh*t mcs afraid to say
like i f*cked two dyk* girls at a gay parade on labor’s day
then scream me too! like i got raped today
drunk off vodka and gatorade
if destiny say my name, i bang the thang
it ain’t a game, it’s just nightmares like dana dane
give a f*ck, i throw paper planes at drake and wayne
at a lakers game, to me everything you say is lame
you know who i am, we ain’t tryin’ to google you
try to come through in a stolen subaru and shoot at you
ride through your funeral screamin’ hootie hoo
f*ck! hahaha! beef with me, dudes is mental
all i will hear is what you say will be used against you
[chorus: g*mo skee]
f*ck you and f*ck all the dogs on your side
they have no drive, they just along for the ride
the dj finna push your song to the side
he ain’t f*ckin’ with you ’cause you awkward and dry
b*tch keep your skirt on and push your thong to the side
now here come my schl*ng and my b*lls, open wide
i want fried duck with the sauce on the side
’cause b*tch, i’m a boss, now fall to the side

- g mo skee stu bangas lyrics

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