| You ain’t comin round here talkin all dat shit
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| Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
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| I’m a have to come round your way
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| Nigga I’m real you all too fake
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| And a pistol where ya mamma stay
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| Act like I don’t know where you lay
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| Betta act right fo’I get uptight
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| Act up I’m a let da automatic spray
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| (Get em) boy there ya go
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| (Get em) boy there ya go Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
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| Boy there you go Hol’up with it, Khaled don’t let me get em Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
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| No talk, time to get him
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| Fake niggas gon’make me kill him
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| Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
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| Matter fact I’m a leave him in the river
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| Come and get him when it’s winter
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| Nigga holla back
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| I’m gutta. |
| I done told ya that
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| Rock boy bitch over bags
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| Say you movin them slabs of crack
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| See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
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| Man you niggas all crap
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| And you homies won’t last
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| Til your somethin like paper tags
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| Don’t make me slide the mask
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| To save from blast
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| Get his ass
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| Now let me get em When I walk up in the place
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| Put the pace in ya face
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| Tell em gimme dat K Fuck niggas and they really don’t think
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| That I know where they lay duct tape they face
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| Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
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| Pussy niggas know where you lay
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| Actin like I don’t know where you stay
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| Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
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| Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs
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| What?
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| Y’ain’t bout dat lie
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| Huh?
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| Y’ain’t got no stride
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| Naww
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| You’nt really grind
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| Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
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| In the middle of this town
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| We gon’G-G-Get em Now who am I? |
| mothafuckas wanna know
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| When I pull up in that rover
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| They know that it’s over
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| Big holes in ya body like coasters
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| Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
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| Black holster to carry that toaster
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| Hot head now they callin me folgers
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| But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters
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| Wanna see where yo family at Pop pop just call me ace
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| Slump niggas I’m a call you dead
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| Click clack now ya T-shirt red
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| Hand em an tampon
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| No batteries included know that the clip be hands on It’ll take yo mans on Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
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| (Get em) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gutta , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album DJ Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп