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Correct GUSHER GUTS Lyrics
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[Intro] Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch Is that Shoki on the beat? I just left London, I just left London Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah) [Chorus] I just left London, I'm money thumbin' Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin' .38 to the gut made 'em vomit Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin' Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt I just left London, I'm money thumbin' Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin' .38 to the gut made 'em vomit Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin' Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt [Verse] The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass Pull up on them and I'm letting the gun blast I got like forty-five left in this Glock This is my mop and it hold fifty shots I took that Lambo' right off of the lot And did the dash, I had to run from the cops Double the cup that I'm pourin' the drop And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin' a lot Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch And spent the bag just to look down at this clock Watch me turn up on these niggas Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a nigga would stop When I run down on a nigga I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks Don't try to clown me, lil' nigga You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop [Chorus] I just left London, I'm money thumbin' Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin' .38 to the gut made 'em vomit Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin' Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt I just left London, I'm money thumbin' Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin' .38 to the gut made 'em vomit Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin' Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
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