LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGuapi
Balenciaga with my Guapi on (My Guapi on, on, yeah)I say, I pour mud in my Styrofoam(Inside my Styrofoam, oh, oh)I been tryna say a prayer for grandmato come home (Oh, oh, oh)Guess I'm living in an imaginary placeI say, I guess I'm livin' like a villainup inside his last daysCan't buy my grave spot by grandmathen put me on side Lil' DaveWe done been so long with each otherbuilt a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you?Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubbleI'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been hereI been tryna hide it from my childthis shit ain't right hereI'm just stayin' right hereI just make sure that my cup stay muddyI got that Essie on, I know you jockin' meI got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeansI spray that Draco 'round, bitchyou better not play with meI'm dangerousI know that you ain't easy to be tamedI just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, ohI just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no morePressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFTShe wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with meBig Maybach, bitch, let me breatheI'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeahI got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeahCan't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas deadI can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, ohI hit my knees, I need some helpthese niggas wan' put me on the newsThis my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'They ain't give me nothin', hand outlike I owe them somethin'Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starveOh, God, die for all my loved onesWe done been so long with each otherbuilt a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you?Hold on, you done seen me downand I bubble, I'm a motherfuckin' hustleryou already know I been hereI been tryna hide it from my childthis shit ain't right hereI'm just stayin' right hereI just make sure that my cup stay muddyI got that Essie on, I know you jockin' meI got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeansI just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no morePressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFTShe wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with meBig Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
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