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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGorilla Glue
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ayy, ayyAnd I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, manJust got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like it's OgI'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand, sell 'em for the threeNigga keep blowin' up my phone, cryin' to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheapNo, bitch, you ain't got no receipt, uh, ain't no refunds on a P, uhI got a bitch that's a freak, she's on my side of town, so she stay up the street, uhI don't like talking to broke bitches, I remain silent like they the police, uhMy bitches know I'm a dog, I'ma go fuck another bitch, I need a leash, uhBaby Jesus, he ain't from Miami, but that nigga ballin', then he got the heat, huh?Please don't compare me to rap niggas, ain't no comparison, I'm too unique, uhDunkin' on niggas above the rim, shoutout to Money Man, he did the feat', uhI hit the yo, do a remix, embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat, uhSomebody, I'm moving Savage and put me in beast mode, now it's time to eatJust got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like it's OgI'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand, sell 'em for the threeNigga keep blowin' up my phone, cryin' to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheapNo, bitch, you ain't got no receipt, uh, ain't no refunds on a P, uhDababy, Dababy, Dababy, Dababy, uh, ayyAnd I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
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