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lirik lagu gutz – muze sikk

(verse 1)

woke up
wit a plan
grown stuff
digging in
whoah
roll up
gimme that
whoah
roll up
gimme that

we need more
sikk in this
b-tch
girl show me how you bop on the d-ck
game time show stopper legit
i’m feeling like mufasa in this b-tch

i got the mitus touch
and i might just bite ya b-tt
another one bites the dust
(what)
another one bites the dust
(whoah)
eat slugs when i spit the pump
no time off to l!ck the cup
l!ck the bowl
flip the goal
take it to the finish when we win the gold

it’s all respectable

booty delectable

i got the best of flows

i eat my vegetables

better respect the flow

i’m headed to decimals

i do not rest no more

ahead of the rest of em

this is that hot sh-t
got her feeling like takeoff she ain’t even see the c-ckpit
shouts out to my ‘migos blowing pot spliffs
i’s crazy like a mf hopsin

we getting blunt like it’s time to get real tho
sh-t kick harder than a steel toe
sikk so s-xy he gone tryna f-ck the mirror tho
(sikk so s-xy he gone try to what?)
(what a weirdo)

i don’t really have the time
have the time
(what what)
x4

that sounds like an excuse to me

imma put you on game lil homie
we are not the same lil homie
i got the magic like bob
this david blaine homie
tracy macgradie homie
ain’t everything gravy homie

(verse 2)

imma show you how i run it like bolt
(like who?)
if you k!ll me ill come back like a ghost
(booo)
in a ghost
whipping on the road
chicken in the stove
epiglottis cloaked

yo
this that road rage pardner
(partner)
imma pop like cold play pardner
(partner)
she ate my noodle lo mein that’s your mama

(that’s your mama)

i try my best to stay humble
but this game over enc-mbered
i’m feeling numb as lumber
jack stuck in mud in the summer
who drained a couple of drums
of high grade rum
i stunk
until i busted my b-tt
and got some guts
and said f-ck it

imma get on my level
imma work till my fingers bleed
imma hustle so heavy that all of y’all will remember me
no one taught me to blow
i’ll do this sh-t on my own
and as i p-ss my compet-tors
i keep my eyes on my throne

i don’t really have the time
have the time
(what what)
x4

imma put you on game lil homie
we are not the same lil homie
i got the magic like bob
this david blaine homie
tracy macgradie homie
ain’t everything gravy homie

that sounds like an excuse to me

- muze sikk

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