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GKT Video (MV)




Performed By: Stajn
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Aasier Miller




Stajn - GKT Lyrics
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Out of the bag for my niggas, I'm a sniper, I'm on a scope
Everything bad, yeah, we drivin' on my dope Hit the strip, yeah, we do it for No Hoe
Psych, psych, I do it for my hoes stajn of the Box, hit those licks, you know
How that shit go She wanna dance, but she Don't have to get
On the floor I like when she slurp it up, let Me put it
In her nose I like countin' checks, yeah, Countin
P's and O's I'm living in the city where we Drivin' with
The veo I'm flippin' up some cash, yeah, you Know
It's like you do the most I'm tired of all these Fake posts, why they
Fakin' hoes
Get back, she down, I'm stickin' her throat I Live in the bag, yeah, I'm vibin' with my
Bros If niggas like to talk, then we'll hit em
With the scope Makin' the cash, yeah, Whippin' the veo
In the bag I'm in the city, yeah, drivin' in the Newspaper
I'm tired of these niggas, yeah, they feelin' This peace and rest
Flippin' it up, I get too fresh, I'm gon' control Like best
Yeah, these niggas like to talk, they some Fakin' rats
I'ma f*ck a bitch good, then I'ma make her Relax
I took a back for my man, I'm on a scope Everything bad, yeah, we drivin' on my dope
Hit the strip, yeah, we do it for no hoes Psych, psych I it for my hoes, stajn to bars
Hit the licks, you know how that shit go She Wanna dance, then she gon' have to get
On the floor I like when she slurp it up, let Me put it
In her nose
DJ, who are you
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Out of the bag for my niggas, I'm a sniper, I'm on a scope
Everything bad, yeah, we drivin' on my dope Hit the strip, yeah, we do it for No Hoe
Psych, psych, I do it for my hoes stajn of the Box, hit those licks, you know
How that shit go She wanna dance, but she Don't have to get
On the floor I like when she slurp it up, let Me put it
In her nose I like countin' checks, yeah, Countin
P's and O's I'm living in the city where we Drivin' with
The veo I'm flippin' up some cash, yeah, you Know
It's like you do the most I'm tired of all these Fake posts, why they
Fakin' hoes
Get back, she down, I'm stickin' her throat I Live in the bag, yeah, I'm vibin' with my
Bros If niggas like to talk, then we'll hit em
With the scope Makin' the cash, yeah, Whippin' the veo
In the bag I'm in the city, yeah, drivin' in the Newspaper
I'm tired of these niggas, yeah, they feelin' This peace and rest
Flippin' it up, I get too fresh, I'm gon' control Like best
Yeah, these niggas like to talk, they some Fakin' rats
I'ma f*ck a bitch good, then I'ma make her Relax
I took a back for my man, I'm on a scope Everything bad, yeah, we drivin' on my dope
Hit the strip, yeah, we do it for no hoes Psych, psych I it for my hoes, stajn to bars
Hit the licks, you know how that shit go She Wanna dance, then she gon' have to get
On the floor I like when she slurp it up, let Me put it
In her nose
DJ, who are you
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Writer: Aasier Miller
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