Guap Man Lyrics – OsamaSon

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[Chorus]
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring the hoes, yeah (Hoes, yeah)
Bring the clothes, yeah (Clothes, yeah)
Bring the Rolls, yeah, up (Rolls, yeah)
Bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road (On the road), big bee, oh nah no jet, hold up
YSL on my clothes, YSL on my hoe, yeah, okay

[Verse]
YSL on my kid, yeah, whole gang on that s*it, yeah
Pull up then I trip, yeah, foreign whip lit, yeah
Whipping Chevy kits, yeah, plug say I’m lit, yeah
Let’s go catch some fifty, brief full of Tris’, yeah
I just landed, yeah, off the G6, yeah
GK take my flicks, yeah, boy, I’m fresh as s*it, yeah
B!tch wanna roll my clothes, yeah, all my s*it fitting
Psych out all my shows and fans going skeezy
I get paid to walk in, I don’t play, no talking
With that FN, I’m stalking
I’m top one, b!tch, 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 saying I’m trim
Brand-new b!tch, she look like Kim
Rick Owen boots, these not no Timbs
Goyard bag, just guess what’s in ’em
These Saint Laurent chains on my denim
I’m so geeked, all the drügs, I feel ’em

(All the drügs, I feel ’em)
Lately I been feeling like the villain, yeah
Pour up the lean, b!tch, I woke up sipping
I don’t give a single fu*k about how you feeling
I want killers, I want killers, yeah, all they know is killing, b!tch
Chop off your fingers, yeah, if we catch you stealing
I broke the b!tch heart, now the ho still healing
I got so much clothes, I can stack it to the ceiling, uh
So much guap, I can stack it to the ceiling, yeah
Guap man, guap man, do my guap dance, yeah
Pop bands, pop- all we do is pop bands, yeah
Stop man, stop- you ain’t even that hot, man, huh
Top man, top- b!tch, I’m at the top, man, huh
X, X, X, I can’t even stop the Xans, huh
S*x, s*x, s*x, these hoes just won’t stop it, yeah
Hundred, hundred blues in my pocket, cost some exotic, yeah
Huh and I pulled up some exotic, she off the molly, yeah

[Chorus]
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring ’em here (Bring ’em here)
Bring the hoes, yeah (Hoes, yeah)
Bring the clothes, yeah (Clothes, yeah)
Bring the Rolls, yeah, up (Rolls, yeah)
Bring the poles here, yeah
Bentley truck on the road (On the road), big bee, oh nah no jet, hold up
YSL on my clothes, YSL on my hoe, yeah, okay