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lirik lagu recuperate (remix) – gmo izzy

all my n-ggas gmo
f-ck da otha side
if a n-gga cross my gang
dats a suicide
put a price on ya head
leave a n-gga euthanized
den f-ck his main b-tch
heard dat b-tch a cutie pie
n-ggas say dey want smoke
beat ya to a bl–dy pulp
put lol on ya grave
cuz u n-ggas be da jokes
i got pole u got sword
f-ck yo b-tch in da throat
my kids on vocal cords
i got range like a scope
turn a b-tch to pacific
den surf onna coast
i sn-tch chains onna low
rocking dese b-tches lil boats
ain’t talkin lil yatchy
dese b-tches got bodies
dey bold wit da sh-ts
suck me up inna lobby
i don’t show no id
i jus pop a molly
den t’up wit jaeski
run trains onna thottie
run ha inna holly
da back of da alley
den beat da sh-t up
like i’m muhammad ali
i play wit dat p-ssy
like children’s wit dollys
can’t eat it like trollies
she ride me like mazi
ima kamakaze
to you ronda rouseys

on bro

i keep da hoes
jus in case my b-tch go
u can’t see me like da end of rainbow
u toting switchblades i call u kano

i jus gotta spazz fa my bro dis a comeback
stick wit my bros jus like paper n thumbtacks
touchin yo bread on yo plate like u want dat
give it to me lil n-gga takin yo sac
boonk gang yo sh-t leave yo -ss wit like 1 stack
takin yo heat like u can’t have yo sun back

ain’t talkin child i smoke nothin but loud
b-tches lookin so proud when i jump in da crowd
take u outta yo misery put ya -ss down

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i’m tryna make it to da top n bring my n-ggas up
middle finger to my exes dey sum dumb f-cks
half of dem b-tches knew dat i would blow up
immature b-tches dey jus need to grow up

i’m gmo gang all i’m tryna get is green
i be smoke h-lla dope dis free crack fa da fienes
i be f-ckin different b-tches like my name was charlie sheen
if u come across my gang it’s gone be a murder scene
i been rappin fa 9 years n i’m only 16
finna pour a pint of lean dat is all i’m sipping
all u n-ggas fruit cakes i’ll bust ya tangeranie
call my n-gga kmoe yea he tote da red beam
if u dissin gmo u gone get yo -ss deceased
hollowtips cook yo body like a thanksgiving feast
call my n-gga fa sum bread yea he servin quarter keys
n-ggas flex like they wit it but not really ina streets
if i make it out da hood all my n-ggas gone eat
i ain’t gonna be surprised if a n-gga want beef
im da hottest n-gga out u can’t stand me take a seat
i’ma fire breathing rapper all i spit is dat heat

i just hopped on dis track
like a f-ckin gr-ss hopper
come across my block i put sh-lls in yo lobster
bleedin out yo head nun but sauce in yo pasta
stand over corpse call me izzy top shotta
all dese n-ggas actin like they name kevin costner
they actin on point f-ck around n win an oscar
free my n-gga scoota out da slammer he’ll do ya
da way he c-ck da glock back
call em carlos boozer
ion take l’s cuz i never been a looser
dismissin n-ggas i ain’t never been a snoozer
i get money only i can’t do nothin else
hittin stain like wife beaters dats a f-ckin fendi belt
i just call my n-gga trevo if i need any help
bt i’m better off alone i can do dis by myself
everytime a n-gga spit i’m like why da mic melt
but i’m tryna c-m up like da gas frm a belch
n-ggas always tryna snake i ain’t really wit dat stealth
b-tch i’m get money only on u ratchet -ss hoes
put yo sh-t in da trash like yo bracket got closed

- gmo izzy

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