Gxner. is finally legal
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Oh, baby
(Spilled your fucking blood)
Yeah, hoes are gonna call, I'll be the first one not to answer
Perky gon' dissolve, I dropped like ten inside my Fanta
All I sip is wock, I pour a line-up like a stanza
I get quick to dropping bodies, I feel like a necromancer
Cut him 'til he cold, blood loss make him pale
Stick it in her gut, now that hoe look impaled
Getting sick right from the cup, all this syrup got me snail
I'ma split your homie up, half-and-half look like Dale
I don't know what I'm on, I just can't see straight
I don't know which I want, two hoes can't save
Point a stick at his lungs, now these goes gon' shake
I'm too into these drugs, now my hoe wanna break up
Wock up in my chaser
My hoe too fine, she don't even wear no makeup
Purp in Mellow Yellow, now my cup look like the Lakers
Poured two lines, that's a score like a lay up
I up my stick, we gon' make the advance
I can't see straight, like I'm back on the xans
I got Simons on waist, still I'm sagging my pants
I'm so geeked that my brain always stuck in a trance
Oh my god
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Ay, wad up, baby? We back at it again with another Gxner. track
Hosted by DJ Shadow Biden, tell 'em what's going on, bruh
We are out here with some trees, and I think this song gon' do real well
Go get some chicken from The Eagle in Columbus, Ohio
Real good chicken there
A'ight, that's sick, bruh
Ay, stay tune for next week when we burn down your grandma's house
Deuces!
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Bruh (damn)
New blick by my waist
I'm too geeked, I can't tell if this laced
I'm too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover
Brand new drac, I feel kickback
Got oxys, percs, I mix with Act
Hoes come in two's, look like Kit Kats
BB Belt, my trues still sag
Lose myself, still keep my bag
I choose myself, these hoes can't match
I love my bank, I love my pape, I love my, I love my cash
Now I got a chain on my neck, mask still gon' cover my face
And I put a band on his head, everybody turn and spray
She in love, she confess, I don't even know her name
(She in love, she confess, I don't even know her name)
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New blick by my waist
I'm too geeked, I can't tell if this laced
I'm too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover
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