Текст песни Gmt - Mali Smith

Gmt
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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