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Gorilla (feat. Gyyps)
Felly feat. Gyyps
Yeah, Ah
Comin' out the house to a bag of that loud
How they mail that amount?
I got love for the girls in the crowd
Gettin lost in the
Marijuana Clouds (Bitch I love you)
Ay, don't look down
Homie don't look down
Said I swim in the Sound
Only thing more raw
Is the shit I put out
A go getter, A Gorilla, a trend setter
Got vendettas with dope dealers
With no feelings
I don't feel those
Who claim they the best ever
You no dealer, my crew iller
Ya get scared, just a block downtown
Walkin' past little van
You's about to sell out
Slow dance I'm the man you ain't go another round
Throw fists been a cage bird inside a dog pound
I dont fuck with your sister, brother
Talk shit you can kiss the gutter
Pucker up boy I fixed the stutter
Young Jist be the wicked drummer
All his we gonna skip the come up
I'm going big tomorrow with seven ten
Gonna tighten the load
Meditate wake up with the sun
I don't do this for fun
I do this so my blood pump
What it is what it do what the fucks up
I came through with the nunchucks
Had a little birdy lose a tail
Say 'Young Fel get the girls with the boobies out'
This shawty oh ruley style
Askin Gyyps what I'm doin now
Hey what I'm doin now?
'The fuck we doin man? This shits stupid'
'Yo gotta be like, you can't be comin out with this soft shit
All these bitches might fuck but you ain't no...'
'I like that soft shit, damn'
Somwhere in the midst of the mist
Ima build a skyscrape limited edit
Let Zep die or make it on the playlist
First check if they wired if not let 'em if
Fake friends gettin tired of the crooked ass shakes
Know I got fire, East Coast clam bakes
Brake Brake, give thanks say grace let's pray
Eatin' off your plate like all damn day
This that shit the bucket list missed
They fuck with this kid, illustrious chicks
Be passin' me fists, We get facetious
That crazy gee-wiz on wavy beaches
I'm crazy watch this it's poppin off
Bitch be on and off, Neighbors called the cops
Fuck the mom in charge
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See, Fell lil boss homie that's all
Probably wip your ass in rap and a dance off
Groovin' down in the grill to some dance hall
Play it loud, shit is ill, I can't stand y'all
Go ahead pop a pill, think you need to
Roll your ass what it is you might need two
Or three or seventy, While I flow so heavily
And to my girlfriend Ebony: Ima hit like ketamine
Spliff thick like ebony heavinly
He a public enemy when he flow steadily
Someone tell a priest come settle me
Or another type of entity
I'm on my job like this tellin' me
Losin' track in me tennesses, I tend to see a coffin
Every time I get up on the mic and that's often
Y'all should probably take my advice and keep walkin'
Do seven-three in this bitch, White Chocolate
Bust
'God damn, god damn if ya heard that that one was hard'
'That one went hard, yea'
'That one was it, that one was it right there'
'If you ain't never heard one right there that one was it right there'
'That was it right there, smoke one of that right there'
Go getter, emails for breakfast
I'm a gorilla King Kong my chest up
Bless up, Two seven three the best up
Your girlfriend's here and she's trying to get some
Get drunk I'll drink whatever
I ain't gonna stop till I sees the devil
And all my shit on another level
And all my bitches' high heels stilettos are paid for
Can't say that Prada I pay for it
Gimmie that shit that I can't afford
I'm just a product of bad divorce
Homie fuck the lawyer, never name drop
Rockin' a t-shirt or tank top
I'll make all your bread in one day watch
My women be bad look like Baywatch
We get wavy and shit
Yeah, I be the brace off a rib
No limits and they hard to tell
I put my heart and my feelings behind me
So I can keep grindin and grindin and grindin
Skate all the time and
Ain't poppin no molly shit don't get it twisted
Candy flip got your attention
I rock the flow with a message
Now I got all of them bitches
Bands gettin laid, bands looks like The Beatles
Im gonna hit the stage in an all white pico
Ima switch lanes in an all white reco
Never be the same, this the all white people
Workin all night all night, stay schemin
Could've been God or it coulda been the Reaper
Or coulda been anything as long as you believe me
Hold out on the press I ain't addin to the pressure
Hold on to my bread because I ain't gettin fed
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