Текст песни Gmt - Mali Smith
Gmt
Kk
I
fucked
your
bitch
on
the
first
day
You
fucked
your
bitch
on
the
eighth
day
Friday,
'issa
8th
day
Saturday,
'issa
quarter
Splash
in
your
hoe
and
she
water
Can't
get
a
chance
to
record
her
She
told
me
you
can't
afford
her
Walk
in
the
building
they
think
that
I'm
Chapo
diamonds
is
looking
like
i
cross
the
border
I
just
been
working
i
swear
i
been
going
Getting
this
money
like
i
got
a
daughter
Keep
my
shit
in
like
a
hoarder
She
was
with
me
and
she
told
me
you
fought
her
But
if
she
snitch
then
you
getting
deported
Lie
to
the
cops
she
done
made
up
a
story
Telling
me
i
got
different
When
you
start
getting
money
Niggas
say
you
switching
So
i
don't
never
pay
attention
Now
I'm
balling
like
the
pistons
Call
my
shawty
from
Detroit
I
ain't
really
have
a
choice,
wait
Sheesh,
sheesh,
i
want
a
gold
petite
Buss
down,
buss
down,
been
in
your
hoe
for
a
week
Been
in
my
feelings
for
days
Been
in
my
bag
for
a
month
Done
that
Won
that
Back
on
my
shit
with
a
one
Back
in
this
shit
with
a
oney
Why
is
you
laughing
tf
is
so
funny?
I
tell
your
bitch
to
go
tuck
in
her
tummy
Niggas
be
balling
with
counterfeit
money
If
you
a
problem
i
got
a
solution
Niggas
be
trash
and
i
swear
they
pollution
Fill
up
your
your
head
with
these
drugs
and
confusion
Now
you
don't
know
wtf
is
you
doing
Everybody
want
a
bestfriend,
they
could
sex
in,
in
the
west
end
We
could
listen
to
some
roy
woods,
have
a
party
on
the
weekend
Don't
be
talking
like
I'm
regular
Niggas
swear
they
ain't
regular
God
damn
Sheesh
gang
Bitch
gang
Might
fuck
your
bitch
on
a
beach
mane
She
don't
want
nothing
she
see
mane
God
damn
E
mane
Oou
Oou
E
mane
Driving
On
E
mane
Oou,
damn
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