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GUSHER GUTS


Comethazine Lyrics

 

GUSHER GUTS by Comethazine


[Intro]
b**ch, yeah, ayy, b**ch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (b**ch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this sh*t comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this sh*t comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo’ right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop
And drink it fast, b**ch, I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got ’em mad, now they wishin’ a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don’t try to clown me, lil’ nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this sh*t comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I’m money thumbin’
Drive the streets with these bands like it’s nothin’
.38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ nigga, you had this sh*t comin’
Catch up with him, that’s the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt



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