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my address public remix - ggot curt lyrics

[intro]
(juppy on the beat)
ay’ where my drank at? (c’mere)
yeah, n*gga (oh*oh)
i be the realest n*gga
yeah, ggot
ay’ what the f*ck that mean?
let me talk ‘bout what they seen, n*gga

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m on that block now, i can’t stop now
ay’ mane, that ho’ want me to pop out
i let that b*tch up in my crib, now that ho’, she f*ckin’ locked out
i’m feelin’ like a caged demon
wait til’ i’m out that box now
mane watch the way these people look up at me
when i’m at that top now
ain’t wit’ that rah*rah
n*gga
that ho’, she want some f*ckin’ zaza
hot*boxin’ that car up, know she got that from her mama
they wantin’ me to slip up, i ain’t wit’ that sh*t, won’t fall now
that b*tch want me to hit up, i ain’t hit that b*tch, won’t call now

[bridge]
ho*oh*oh, i’m on it (i’m on)
i heard that boy was askin’ for mе, mane that smoke, he f*ckin’ want it
ay’ b*tch i put that on my baby
i gеt him gone and*
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end
[verse 2]
i know some p*ssy n*ggas in this b*tch who wanna f*ckin’ slump me
ay’ mane that b*tch, she be all wit’ that sh*t
she drankin’ on that cognac
mane i don’t need no f*ckin’ squad, or no b*tches in my zonin’
and mane i ain’t no f*ckin’ fraud
cause i’m a one man army
i had to set the record straight
i asked him why he thinkin’ that?
he thinkin’ all this sh*t be sweet, li’ b*tch he f*ckin’ thinkin’ wack
i knocked that boy up in his head and now he f*ckin’ thinkin’ back
straight to that time that he was doin’ that talkin’, now we tankin’ that
we spin that block and catch him while he walkin’
b*tch we clankin’ that
knock off his top, b*tch now we f*ckin’ jockin’, now he sankin’ back
hop off that block, brrgh, bow, bow, b*tch then aim at that (grrgh)
them boys some oppas, think they f*ckin’ ballin’, now we aimin’ back

[chorus]
they tryna’ troll me, but i be ggot
i’m posted on that block up at that back, just like a goalie
say why the f*ck them b*tches tryna’ act like they don’t know me?
tryna’ get from rags to riches, that’s just all i’m f*ckin’ knowing
navigatin’ through these ditches while these b*tches tryna’ dome me
can’t trust these f*ckin’ b*tches, they some witches tryna’ wrong me
gon’ end up wit’ some stitches b*tch if i don’t get up on and*
i told them boys my address public, i don’t see ‘em on me
[bridge]
ho*oh*oh, i’m on it (i’m on)
i heard that boy was askin’ for me, mane that smoke, he f*ckin’ want it
ay’ b*tch i put that on my baby
i get him gone and*
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end

[bridge]
ho*oh*oh, i’m on it (oh*oh)
i heard that boy was askin’ for me, mane that smoke, he f*ckin’ want it
ay’ b*tch i put that on my baby
i get him gone and*
li’ boy you better think before you end up on that wrong end

[outro]
(gon’ end up wit’ some stitches b*tch if i don’t get up on and*)
(i told them boys my address public, i don’t see ‘em on me)
(yeah*yeah)

- ggot curt lyrics

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