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lirik lagu guac – seiji

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[hook: seiji]
somebody call my bluff
somebody tell me all this sucks
somebody, somebody call my bluff
please baby, please love all my stuff
uh, i wanna i wanna car
drive it to dinner and then to the bar
uh, i got the, i got the guap
throw in my chips like it is guac

[verse 1: seiji]
i got a beef with a b-tch thats from canada
tell her im landing hon
some atlanta sh-t in the making i’m planning bruh
you can’t even stand it yuh
man i got talent, and y’all think that i’m wasting it
tell me to sing more, but i ain’t that patient b-tch
i’m more a doctor and i think that you’re faking it
there’s no way your rappings that bad you alien
i’m using aliases leaving you hate comments
i date comets and planets, jupiter, and your momma
i’ma whip her see ur-n-s and she calling me papa
so does that mean im grandaddy to you bro, its an honor
and it makes sense like you, while i make dollars
see it’s fitting just like your gucci belt and my prada
i’m a devil, handsome, smug, but f-cked all my chakras
put that coochie in my mouth and i’ll tell you if its caca

[hook: seiji]
somebody call my bluff
somebody tell me all this sucks
somebody, somebody call my bluff
please baby, please love all my stuff
uh, i wanna i wanna car
drive it to dinner and then to the bar
uh, i got the, i got the guap
throw in my chips like it is guac

[verse 2: seiji]
i got the, i got the, i got the sauce
i like fancy cars and whipping exhausts
don’t got a license and don’t got a job
i just be rapping a h-ll of a lot
eating poonani like h-lluva sauce
i never really got to feel like a boss
seeing me rock, prolly not common
my b-tch is not common, she rachel i’m ross
and i cross genres like transgenders like to cross genders
like bruce jenner i f-ck with caitlyn i make her my header
got b-tches in bed with that i should have bred with
our kids would be making bread b-tch
i hate to be the one whos says this
i’ve left with uglys, hotties, and even a lez b-tch
i take adderall all day complain i’m not rested

[hook: seiji]
somebody call my bluff
somebody tell me all this sucks
somebody, somebody call my bluff
please baby, please love all my stuff
uh, i wanna i wanna car
drive it to dinner and then to the bar
uh, i got the, i got the guap
throw in my chips like it is guac

[verse 3: komato$e]
somebody call my bluff
somebody say that they need my love
if you need money, that sucks
better rev the heater up for somebody’s guts
i know where to go
b-tch, i’m the map
huntin’ down maps
shooters go blat!
sage is the youngest inside of my clique
but he a day 1, we started this sh-t
ain’t been stuck since ‘14
got on drugs, then i got onto the scene
live lavish, no bank account by 23
i remember quincenteras, pullin’ up in limousines
b-tch, i’m hard, like d-ck inside p-ssy
no hetero, bruh, i think of what could be
if i didn’t sell my own voice, playing hookie
in front of these cars, n-body looking
kept a sk-nk b-tch ‘til i found an angel
life is painful, good thing i’m on pain pills