Guap Man versuri

Versuri ‎OsamaSon – Guap Man lyrics

[Chorus]
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring the hoes, yeah
Bring the 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

[Verse]
YSL on my kid, yeah, whole gang on that shit, yeah
Pull up then I trip, yeah, foreign whip lit, yеah
Whip it, chef’s kiss, yeah, plug say I’m lit, yeah
Lеt’s go catch a fifty, brief’s full of Tris, yeah
I just landed, yeah, off the G6, yeah
Gekaay, take my flick, yeah, boy, I’m fresh as shit, yeah
Bitch all over my clothes, yeah, all my shit fit, yeah
Psych out all my shows, yeah, and fans goin’ skitz, yeah
I get paid to walk in, I don’t play, no talkin’
With that FN, I’m stalkin’, I’m top one, bitch, not top ten
I get boot up, then punch in, if he Buddha, 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 look 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 em
Lately I 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 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
Huh, and I pulled out some of the ‘za, then she off the molly, yeah

[Chorus]
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring ‘em here
Bring the hoes, yeah
Bring the 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

Written by: ‎OsamaSon / ok