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Guap Man
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Bring 'em here (bring 'em here), bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here) bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring the hoe, yeah (hoe, yeah) bring the clothes, yeah (clothes, yeah)
Bring the rolls, yeah, up, bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah
Hold up, YSL all my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, oh
YSL on my kick, yeah, whole gang on that shit, yeah
Pull up then I trip, yeah, foreign whip lift, yeah
Whip it, chef's kiss, yeah, plug say, I'm lit, yeah
Lะตt's go catch a 50, brief's full of Tris, yeah
I just landed, yeah, off the Gsix, yeah
Gekaay take my flicks, yeah, boy, I'm fresh as shit, yeah
Bitch want to wear my clothes, yeah, all my shit fit, yeah
Psych out all my shows, yeah, and fans goin' schiz', yeah
I get paid to walk in, I don't play, no talkin'
With that FN, I'm stalkin'
I'm top on one, bitch, not top ten
I get boot up, then punch in, if he boo'd up, then punch him
In that water, you can't swim, I'm a rare find like a gem
Wear a vest, don't hit the gym, Five-seveN bullets make you slim
All these hoes be sayin' I'm trim, brand-new bitch, she looks like Kim
Rick Owen boots, these not no Timbs, Goyard bag, just guess what's in 'em
Yves Saint Laurent chains on my denim, I'm so geeked, all the drugs, I feel 'em
Lately, I've been feelin' like the villain, yeah
Pour up the lean, bitch, I woke up sippin'
I don't give a single fuck about how you're feelin'
I'm with killers, I'm with killers, yeah, all they know is killin', yeah
Chop off your fingers, yeah, if we catch you stealin'
I broke the bitch heart, now, the ho still healin'
I got so much clothes, I can stack it to the ceilin', uh
So much guap, I can stack it to the ceilin', yeah
Guap man, guap man, do my guap dance, yeah
Pop bands, pop, all we do is pop bands, yeah
Stop it, man, stop, you ain't even hot, man, huh
Top man, top, bitch, I'm at the top, man, huh
X, X, X, I can't even stop the Xans, huh
Sex, sex, sex, these hoes just won't stop it, yeah
Hundred, hundred blues in my pocket 'cause I'm exotic, yeah
And I pulled with some exotic, she off the molly, yeah
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here) bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring 'em here (bring 'em here) bring 'em here (bring 'em here)
Bring the ho, yeah (ho, yeah) bring the clothes, yeah (clothes, yeah)
Bring the rolls, yeah, up, bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah
Hold up, YSL all my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, oh
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