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lirik lagu guapo – young thug

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[intro: young thug]
(trap house on the track)
yeah, slatt
jeffery

[pre-chorus: young thug]
all this money on me, b-tches wanna f-ck on me
and that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
i just f-cked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
why these p-ssy n-gg-s hatin’? why they wanna foul me?

[chorus: young thug]
(what you doin’?) playing with this guapo
huh, and i got some guapo
huh, and i got some nachos
huh, mix it with some tacos
huh, and i got some knowledge
and i got on pradas
huh, leave her with some guala
and i ain’t got no dollars

[verse 1: young thug]
back and forth outer sp-ce like a cadet
keep away from me, she said i’m makin’ her wet
walkin’ out my shows act like i’m [?]
stuff it in my clothes [?] stuff in her next
found my tempo, stuff me some vvs on his neck
found my tempo, put a patek on my dj
f-ck is a n-gg- doin’? he f-ckin’ ’round and die next
geeked out on the syrup, mixin’ ac’ with high-tech
[?] like ostriches
i’m geeked up and she know my autobiography
nutted in her face, i don’t do no marrying
i just got a mink out the safari, and
i can’t do no friends, i almost like the b-tch
i prepare for shootouts like [?]
money, diamonds and pearls, i got a lot of sh-t
we couldn’t afford no meat and now we sloppy rich

[pre-chorus: young thug]
all this money on me, b-tches wanna f-ck on me
and that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
i just f-cked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
why these p-ssy n-gg-s hatin’? why they wanna foul me?

[chorus: young thug]
(what you doin’?) playing with this guapo
huh, and i got some guapo
huh, and i got some nachos
huh, mix it with some tacos
huh, and i got some knowledge
and i got on pradas
huh, leave her with some guala
and i ain’t got no dollars

[verse 2: young dolph]
i just pulled up in some sh-t that i can’t even spell
smoked a blunt, walked in grandma house and she asked me “what’s that smell?”
my bankroll overweight, don’t stand next to me, your pockets too frail
my crib too mothaf-ckin’ big, i don’t never go upstairs
i told that b-tch she can’t get this d-ck ‘less she bring a couple of friends with her
young n-gg- ballin’, yeah every day my birthday, uh, every day christmas
every day lit, i’m young and i’m rich
your baby momma my size, b-tch
ran them millions up, now they p-ssed
i got extra cake on my plate
i leave ’em no choice but to hate
if i sh-tted on you, my mistake
i’m sippin’ activity mane
it got me movin’ ’round in slow-mo
but i count that money real fast though
my new b-tch ain’t sh-t like my last ho
b-tch, i gave my momma somethin’ to brag for

[pre-chorus: young thug]
all this money on me, b-tches wanna f-ck on me
and that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
i just f-cked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
why these p-ssy n-gg-s hatin’? why they wanna foul me?

[chorus: young thug]
(what you doin’?) playing with this guapo
huh, and i got some guapo
huh, and i got some nachos
huh, mix it with some tacos
huh, and i got some knowledge
and i got on pradas
huh, leave her with some guala
and i ain’t got no dollars