Big ups to my GUH
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I f*cked a Japanese bitch, shes my eda-mommy
And shit if you ever find this track I hope that you made it thru that college
And i hope your little brother made it into soccer
And that the next time you think of me I won't have to be on top of you
Uh I'm off you
Uh shot my nut in the dark like jamba juice
Uh put a hole through a narc I'm loading two, Got two hands boo, got i-frames on my shit like smash bros dude
I'm in a mood, I'm going crude
And f*ck your mailbox too cuz i'm going kyuubi foo
Big ups to my GUH
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
Yes you get no hoes
Get your money up big man cuz you know how these things all go
I don't f*ck with the corps.
I don't f*ck with them.
Figgy - Guh (feat. Yatta the Blacksmith) Lyrics
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Big ups to my GUH
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I f*cked a Japanese bitch, shes my eda-mommy
And shit if you ever find this track I hope that you made it thru that college
And i hope your little brother made it into soccer
And that the next time you think of me I won't have to be on top of you
Uh I'm off you
Uh shot my nut in the dark like jamba juice
Uh put a hole through a narc I'm loading two, Got two hands boo, got i-frames on my shit like smash bros dude
I'm in a mood, I'm going crude
And f*ck your mailbox too cuz i'm going kyuubi foo
Big ups to my GUH
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
Yes you get no hoes
Get your money up big man cuz you know how these things all go
I don't f*ck with the corps.
I don't f*ck with them.
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I f*cked a Japanese bitch, shes my eda-mommy
And shit if you ever find this track I hope that you made it thru that college
And i hope your little brother made it into soccer
And that the next time you think of me I won't have to be on top of you
Uh I'm off you
Uh shot my nut in the dark like jamba juice
Uh put a hole through a narc I'm loading two, Got two hands boo, got i-frames on my shit like smash bros dude
I'm in a mood, I'm going crude
And f*ck your mailbox too cuz i'm going kyuubi foo
Big ups to my GUH
That bitch got me GUH
I'm out here like GUH
I'm out here like GUH
Yes you get no hoes
Get your money up big man cuz you know how these things all go
I don't f*ck with the corps.
I don't f*ck with them.
Writer: Brandon Figueroa, Kenyatta Smith
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