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na na - guap tarantino lyrics

dmc, you global now, n*gga
pluto
i just poured a deuce inside of my fanta
try to f*ck the whole crew, then made her a dancer
ridin’ in an old school and he asked for that ransom
nah, we don’t know dude
got a problem, n*ggas, we got answers
still f*cking them hood hoes, even though i upped my standards
na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m a thunder
hung around a lot of gunners, and i’m still chasin’ commas

na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m flexin’, i’ma turn up
b*tch, i got my bag laid out, i was gon’ come up
na, na, na, na, na, na
and i’m straight out the lambo
shoot a n*gga on camera
fox 5 need answers
fell in love with codeine
sip pink like it cancer
i f*cked that ho, i done kissed her
b*tch, you are broke, got to miss hеr
don’t use your throat, i won’t miss you
b*tch, i’m the goat like thе wizard
iced out my wrist like a blizzard
look at my rib and she shizzle
b*tch, i’m with green like a lizard
i bust down the pill with wartizzle
pourin’ this lean up, i pour up my soda
yeah, i just went up, i’m passin’ my quota
this is a hemi inside of the water
oh, you got plenty, but my ice is better
i had to get it up
i dropped the bag to pick it up
you go out bad, make you give it up

trap out the spot ’til the lease is up
i just poured a deuce inside of my fanta
try to f*ck the whole crew, then made her a dancer
ridin’ in an old school and he asked for that ransom
nah, we don’t know dude
got a problem, n*ggas, we got answers
still f*cking them hood hoes, even though i upped my standards
na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m a thunder
hung around a lot of gunners, and i’m still chasin’ commas

na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m flexin’, i’ma turn up
g*wagon, that’s a brabus
you can look, but can’t have it
he said, “how much you pay for that rollie?” i said, “f*ck n*gga, this a patek”
b*tches stuck to me like magnets
n*ggas trash just like maggots
pop that n*gga then just dig up a hole and put him in the ground like radish
told that boy that he can have it
all my n*ggas, they be blastin’
all my n*ggas, they be sn*tchin’
so much money in the bankroll that i’m still in the front of the backend
i shot a movie, that sh*t was groovy
ride with your b*tch inside of a hoopty
head to toe, lil’ b*tch, i’m covered in gucci
choppin’ that sh*t right now
choppin’ that sh*t from the pound
my n*ggas came from the ground
if it’s beef, we chop you up
yeah, then that sh*t stuck
if it’s up, then that sh*t stuck

my n*ggas shoot, they gon’ bust
f*ck on your b*tch, then i p*ss
i just poured a deuce inside of my fanta
try to f*ck the whole crew, then made her a dancer
ridin’ in an old school and he asked for that ransom
nah, we don’t know dude
got a problem, n*ggas, we got answers
still f*cking them hood hoes, even though i upped my standards
na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m a thunder

hung around a lot of gunners, and i’m still chasin’ commas
na, na, na, na, na, na
b*tch, i’m flexin’, i’ma turn up

- guap tarantino lyrics

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