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DBD Guwhop - Goin' Supa Lyrics



DBD Guwhop - Goin' Supa Lyrics




Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Skrt skrt skrt Skrt skrt skrt skrt
We ain't worried about nobody
Been that kama brother f*cked out with the wood

We had to put him in a car
That's what they heard after we had us
They blocked they stopped
Chip I'm on my pissed

Them niggas got you at your top
First thing's first it's freaky money
And it's freaky I ain't too
You really down to rosh

Stay by my side you'll leave that stuff to you
Baby like Gucci you don't see no more
I do what I can do
It's on my waistline on waist

I ain't going dumb I'm going super
I ain't going dumb I'm going super
My brother know I'm in here to shoot these niggas
No I ain't doing this all the time what you want to do

No this ain't double ass niggas
Throw it out your pack you still with it
I might be slime but I ain't f*cking with no slime ass niggas
I watch my brother slime each other

Freaky money just know I love it
It's like the fast keep all the real
My ass they know it's still f*cked
I can't be f*cking with no girl

I want to f*ck she's trying to love it
Got hit I was in the bed I watched the jet leak from his thumb
Pussy bitch no you can't play me I ain't no dummy
Niggas be telling about these hoes I just be cool

She want to try me like who want it
I'm like nah I just dare a nigga to try me
It's just me and my niggas 3-D with them group of bitches I sell it
I ain't dumb and I ain't fiends I ain't playing cat to save a ho

I f*ck you better not catch no feelings
Just throw the turntable I'll hit your knees
Don't do no spitting don't give a f*ck about what they told you
They should have told you I'm their nigga

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
We ain't worried about nobody been that calm
My brother f*cked over the wood we had to put him in a garb
That's what they heard after we hooked

They block they sell chip I'm on my pill them niggas got you at your top
First thing first it's 3-D money in this freaky ass too
You really down to ride sit by my side you leave they suck to you
They be like Gucci you don't see no more I do what I can do

It's on my waistline I don't waste time
Ain't going dumb I'm going sooth
Ain't going dumb I'm going sooth
My brother numb in here shoot these niggas

Never had niggas throw a lot your pack is filled with them
I ain't slime but I ain't f*cking with no slime ass niggas
I ran them off so I'ma go get them
I ain't f*cking with no ho I ain't got no friend

We might just flip them like my niggas JT said
These niggas pussed them dudes they know I got one in the head
Them dudes pussed we finna get them
I thought I was blind but I can see though when I see no free throws

My son licks I'm going dumb a nigga going beast mode
He got a alley off a murder nigga knowing that he told
They started hating in my city I'ma see a nigga blow
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English

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Skrt skrt skrt Skrt skrt skrt skrt
We ain't worried about nobody
Been that kama brother f*cked out with the wood

We had to put him in a car
That's what they heard after we had us
They blocked they stopped
Chip I'm on my pissed

Them niggas got you at your top
First thing's first it's freaky money
And it's freaky I ain't too
You really down to rosh

Stay by my side you'll leave that stuff to you
Baby like Gucci you don't see no more
I do what I can do
It's on my waistline on waist

I ain't going dumb I'm going super
I ain't going dumb I'm going super
My brother know I'm in here to shoot these niggas
No I ain't doing this all the time what you want to do

No this ain't double ass niggas
Throw it out your pack you still with it
I might be slime but I ain't f*cking with no slime ass niggas
I watch my brother slime each other

Freaky money just know I love it
It's like the fast keep all the real
My ass they know it's still f*cked
I can't be f*cking with no girl

I want to f*ck she's trying to love it
Got hit I was in the bed I watched the jet leak from his thumb
Pussy bitch no you can't play me I ain't no dummy
Niggas be telling about these hoes I just be cool

She want to try me like who want it
I'm like nah I just dare a nigga to try me
It's just me and my niggas 3-D with them group of bitches I sell it
I ain't dumb and I ain't fiends I ain't playing cat to save a ho

I f*ck you better not catch no feelings
Just throw the turntable I'll hit your knees
Don't do no spitting don't give a f*ck about what they told you
They should have told you I'm their nigga

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
We ain't worried about nobody been that calm
My brother f*cked over the wood we had to put him in a garb
That's what they heard after we hooked

They block they sell chip I'm on my pill them niggas got you at your top
First thing first it's 3-D money in this freaky ass too
You really down to ride sit by my side you leave they suck to you
They be like Gucci you don't see no more I do what I can do

It's on my waistline I don't waste time
Ain't going dumb I'm going sooth
Ain't going dumb I'm going sooth
My brother numb in here shoot these niggas

Never had niggas throw a lot your pack is filled with them
I ain't slime but I ain't f*cking with no slime ass niggas
I ran them off so I'ma go get them
I ain't f*cking with no ho I ain't got no friend

We might just flip them like my niggas JT said
These niggas pussed them dudes they know I got one in the head
Them dudes pussed we finna get them
I thought I was blind but I can see though when I see no free throws

My son licks I'm going dumb a nigga going beast mode
He got a alley off a murder nigga knowing that he told
They started hating in my city I'ma see a nigga blow
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Writer: Rodrius Quinn
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Performed By: DBD Guwhop
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Rodrius Quinn

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