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andrew tate - guava and gasmastr lyrics

[chorus]
(turn that sh*t down so i can record)

i* i don’t need no broke b*tch
woah b*tch (oh sh*t)
her apartment filled with co* i forgot (dusty c*ck*a*roaches)
i don’t need no broke b*tch
woah b*tch (oh sh*t)
her apartment filled with dusty c*ck*a*roaches
i said i don’t need no broke b*tch
you should already know this
if you ain’t got no money, shake that ass on the pole b*tch
i don’t need no broke (b*tch)
i don’t need no broke (b*tch)
i don’t need no broke (b*tch)
i don’t need no broke (b*tch)
[verse 1]
i got bands in my mouth but she can’t pay for braces
can’t afford toothpaste, hasn’t brushed her t**th in ages (what the f*ck)
i f*cking hate asians
they all smell like my *n*s
i cannot explain it
broke b*tch go to another planet (slat!)

[verse 2]
i can’t understand it
that b*tch is too broke it’s tragic
dawson say he wants some ad*libs
(slat! b*tch! cuh!)
i make money like it’s magic
if she’s broke, she’s not a bad b*tch
if she’s rich, then she can have it
see her ass and i’ma clap it
seven digits is attractive
b*tches, snitches, n*ggas cappin’
b*tch, i’m f*cking hyperactive
did everything you can imagine
toothless b*tch could train my dragon
t*toothless b*tch could train my dragon
you’re not rich as me, stop cappin’
you’re b*tch into me, she laughin’
she hallucinating, that dumb b*tch, i’m gonna buy her acid
sh*she hallucinating, that dumb b*tch, i’m gonna buy her acid
[chorus]
i don’t need no broke b*tch
woah b*tch (oh sh*t)
her apartment filled with dusty c*ck*a*roaches
i said i don’t need no broke b*tch
you should already know this
if you ain’t got no money*

[verse 3]
then i f*ck her with persistence
that b*tch needs to listen (listen, stupid b*tch)
i’m like andrew tate
i put it in, i’m like, “oh sh*t, mate”
then i cum late ’cause her ass is fake
i lure all the thotties in with fish bait
i only eat steak
(do the push*ups)
(what are you, a p*ssy?)
(you don’t need a vape)
(have a smoke, have a drink, c’mon, you’re back in the game)
shawty trippin, like scottie pippen
that b*tch looks like stewie griffin
that b*tch’s p*ssy tastes like unseasoned chicken
(yeah, press those b*ttons for me)
(this broke b*tch)
that b*tch got a t**th gap, call that social distance
[chorus]
i* i don’t need no broke b*tch
woah b*tch (oh sh*t)
her apartment filled with dusty c*ck*a*roaches
i said i don’t need no broke b*tch
you should already know this
if you ain’t got no money, shake that ass on the pole b*tch

- guava and gasmastr lyrics

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