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Album: Give Em Hell (2014)

U Guessed It (Key!)

[Intro]
God damn, boy, that nigga Mac didn't never call, bruh
But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bruh
Dog, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit
Fuck that nigga, dog, OGG, fuck is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh
I mean, you don't think that nigga really getting no money, right?
I mean, he ain't really fucking hoes, right? Well, damn

[Hook]
Bitch, you guessed it
Hwah! You was right
Bitch, you guessed it
Grah-grah! Fuck nigga on sight
Bitch, you guessed it
Still in that place and I'm flexin'
Hwah! Bitch, you guessed it
I'm still with my niggas, come and test us, OGG

[Verse 1]
Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us
Seen what yo bitch looked like
And nigga I wasn't impressed or nothin'
Fuck nigga, come and talk it out, fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the fuck we finna talk about
All we know is that Mula, Benji's, Franklin's and that Guala
Fetti with us, bunch of young niggas
Bunch of them bitches all in they whip, lickin' on titties
Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprinting
Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me
Bitch, you guessed it, you was motherfucking right

Bitch you guessed it
Still with my niggas and we flexing

Aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, aye, uh, aye

[Verse 2: Key]
I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fuckin strap
That bitch be heavy in my pants and I don't even like to sag
I'm going hard, I'm going hard
Sniffing out the fucking plate
My momma tried to make me dinner but I already ate
These bitches lying, I seen the molly in her eyes
Plus I made the play, boy I'm Matt Ryan
I can't eat no breakfast
Fall asleep in intersections
Stoner, Smith and Wesson
I hope he's a pedestrian
Man man lay low in the dip
When you see him let it rip
When you hit him, boy, lets dip
Amalfi Coast, let's take a trip
Ima call me a singer
Ima make her pack her bags
Imma send her ass there
But I ain't gonnna send her ass back

[Hook]


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